Unfortunately.
Gene went there.
“We’re going to ask if you’d like to help us,” he said. “We could use another set of eyes.”
He blinked.
Then, smiled.
“Legit?” he asked.
Gene nodded.
“Yeah, because we’re clearly in over our heads on day one, and holding a grudge isn’t going to help us.”
The man didn’t rub it in.
“I’m in. Want me to get my partner?” he asked.
Gene avoided that question.
Why?
Ethan was giving him the hairy eyeball as if that was one bridge too far in his coup to be in control. If he brought her on, after she insulted profiling, Gene might be riding the couch—alone with his rings.
PASS.
“What I want is a ride to the hospital to get this bullet out of my cast,” he stated. “It had to go through that metal parking meter sign and then hit my arm as I was diving. Thankfully, it got slowed down some.”
Or he’d be getting more surgery.
While the meds were awesome, being down without being able to help Ethan freaked him out.
“Sure thing. I’ll walk with you to get Ethan back to the café,” he offered.
That worked for them.
The trio walked down the street, and they were a sight to be seen. They both had blood on them, and Gene didn’t have his coat. It was covered in blood, and with the dead woman on the street.
As Ethan went in to get his things, Gene watched.
“After I get this cast taken off, and a new one on, can you get me a coat, and more clothes for both of us? I’ll give you my card.”
Dannie didn’t mind.
“Sure.”
“I’m going to need a ride to the hotel before you go shopping. Ethan is going to do research. Oh, and why were you still in the area and able to appear so quickly? Asking for two paranoid investigators.”
Yeah, Dannie got it.
If someone just took a shot at him, he’d be twitchy too.
“Trying to figure out if I was the shooter?” he asked, laughing.
Gene didn’t join him in that.
“Actually, yes, because our lives are in danger now, and I don’t really want to die.”
