Only, before he did that, Gene was curious.
“Did you find anything? Tell me you solved it, and we can get the fuck out of here now.”
He laughed.
And wished.
“No, it’s not solved. I did run the shit out of both cops. They are sparkling clean, and I mean I went deep. Nothing. Right now, both laptops are working on the laundry list of teachers, and people involved in this case so far.”
“Anything pop?”
Ethan shook his head.
“No. Teachers have background checks, and I’m not finding anything that says they missed something. We’re screwed when it comes to suspects, and being able to figure out the gender of this killer.”
Well, that wasn’t good.
“At least the cop is clean. I double checked his vehicle, and he didn’t lie. Green, relatively new truck-like SUV.”
Yeah, he didn’t think he lied. When Gene saw the lady blowing him kisses and waving from the window above the crime scene, it said one thing.
He was telling the truth.
“It’s only a matter of time before Detective Balo is up in our grills,” Gene admitted.
He was aware.
But he didn’t care.
She rubbed him the wrong way.
Well, about her…
“And as for the female detective, she’s also clean. Her mother is her only living parent, and her father passed away ten years ago. He was a cop and died on the job—nothing we didn’t already know. It was a shooting that took his life. He died on the job. Someone walked up to him from behind and put a bullet in his head. It’s still unsolved. He was working a case at the time.”
Gene whistled.
“That’s tough. So, the kid of a cop, who is overly protective of her job, and super ambitious? That tracks. I doubt she’d be killing people.”
He nodded.
“I didn’t find anything that said she was. She’s clean too. So, when she comes at us, because she’s going to, she can help. I still don’t like her, but…I want to get this done and get out of here as soon as possible.”
He figured as much.
That was the joint sentiment.
“Okay, you wrapped the cops. Now, what about suspects? It’s not like we have a lot of them.”
That was the truth.
Ethan broke down what he did find. Gene wasn’t gone that long, so…
“Randal—his social media is questionable. He’s got pictures of him with women, in bars. He’s drinking and partying. His posts say it all. He’s sowing his wild oats all over the place.”
Gene considered that.
“Are there any of Ivey?” he asked. “Since they were a couple?”
