Greyson listened.
He knew Blackhawk was damn accurate with a profile, and that all the agents in their office loved picking his brain.
Ethan continued.
“Something about the skinning is flashing a big neon sign in warning, and I don’t think I should ignore that. It’s too specific. That has to be significant.”
Greyson would bet money on it if this agent felt that was the case.
“What’s the plan?” he asked.
He shared.
“Can you also hit the main database and find any other killings that match up with that? We’re buried in research here. I’m currently running a school full of teachers, significant others, and the cops we work with. We’re maxed out.”
It sounded like it.
Ethan continued.
“That particular torture is very specific.”
He was curious.
“Was it done while they were alive?”
He laughed.
“Well, if the ME didn’t run, I’d have that answer. What I have is basics like a range for TOD, and the COD. Nothing else. Forensics takes forever here.”
That sucked.
Ethan wasn’t done.
“What I do know is that particular action of skinning is very specific. TheONLYskin left was their faces. It’s like he wanted to look them in the face and make them pay.”
Greyson was making notes.
“Okay, got it. I’ll play researcher for you two nuts. It’s not like I’m doing anything orANYONEelse for a long time.”
He snorted.
“Oh, well, the next redhead that rolls into town is in for some trouble. All that pent-up sexual frustration.”
Greyson snorted.
“You know me so well, and I know you two. Don’t. Get. Killed.”
Oh, he was trying not to.
Since the man was in a good mood, he was going to push his luck. That’s how he rolled.
“One more thing.”
There was a pause.
“What?”
Ethan dropped that request bomb and kept his fingers crossed.
