He supposed not.
“I was in the café working, and he was doing secretarial bullshit. Gabe can suck it when it comes to that.”
Uh-huh.
Tell Gabe that.
“I want our own ME. I know that’s trickier, but after he basically told us to fuck off last night, and then this morning, bailed, I don’t have time for this.”
That he understood.
“It’s not going to be easy to pull that off. You know we’re limited with MEs. There’s only so many per office. If the one atSalt Lake Cityis being used, you’re SOL.”
There was a whole lot of letters being tossed around there.
Only, Ethan knew this was a possibility.
“Hey, as long as it’s not Sasha…”
He laughed.
“Too soon, Blackhawk. Too soon. She’s the reason you and Huggy Bear almost got separated. Keep that in mind.”
Oh, he did.
As far as he was concerned, if she ever crossed his path again, he was taking out the trash.
First, she covered up cop killings. Then, she was a lying sack of shit who nearly destroyed their partnership. Thirdly, she betrayed them.
That was a dangerous area for him.
“It’s at the forefront. Don’t worry about that. If we have to use the city ME, so be it, but I’ve gotta hope and pray you can work your magic from the East Coast.”
Well, he didn’t say he wouldn’t try. He said it might not be easy.
“I’ll see what I can do. How is the rest going other than all of that? What are you up against? I know you have to have an angle by now. I know you, Blackhawk.”
Yeah, he did.
Granted, they were early into it, but he shared what he already knew about the case.
“Three women were found dumped on the reservation that spawned me. If that’s not bad enough, all three were skinned—degloved, if you will. Each one had a calling card. See no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil. The telltale cuckoo calling card.”
“Jesus Christ. Why can’t people just stab someone and move along?” he asked. “Why is the world getting worse?”
He laughed.
That was a good question, now wasn’t it?
“Well, he did that too. I’m convinced it’s a man, just because of the nature of the crimes. We have a collector, but thisparticular collector doesn’t hold onto his collection. He dumped it.”
Greyson was curious.
“That’s odd, right?”
He agreed.
“Yeah, they lash out when you touch their collection, and that part held true with the shooting. I’m trying to figure out if there will be more, or if maybe his collection was the eyes, the tongue, or the ears, and he didn’t give a shit about the body.”
