“What?”
He shared.
“The manner in which they were killed. It’s very specific,” he admitted.
That it was.
“What are you thinking?” Gene asked, unbuttoning his shirt to start stripping down.
Blackhawk watched him, and the whole time, he was enjoying the view. Still, he managed to work.
“First, back to Greyson calling us. He said not to get killed, Huggy Bear. Gabe dumped us in his lap, and he’s our boss now.”
He laughed.
“YAY! Greyson doesn’t hate us,” he said, joking around.
Only, Ethan reminded him.
“Yet,” Ethan added. “Give him time. We’re annoying and break the rules.”
Well, that was the truth.
“Anyway, the skinning. That’s…odd. That feels personal to me, like it won’t be random.”
Gene knew what he was saying.
“So, you think this is a‘see no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil’tied to skinned victims?”
He nodded.
“Possibly. Since we’re up to our eyeballs in research, I asked Greyson to see if he can find any similar crimes. You know how he loves helping out.”
Luckily, that was the truth, and honestly, they needed backup. It was a good plan.
“Maybe something will pop up, and it’ll give us a little something more to work with than just the first victim’s ex.”
His fingers were crossed.
“You seem to have gotten a lot done,” he admitted.
Oh, Ethan knew why.
“Well, I was worried about my Huggy-Bear,” he joked, busting his ass. “I had to keep myself busy while you were off with the detective.”
Well, Gene had news for him.
“If you think I’m going to tell you not to call me Huggy-Bear, you’re out of your mind. I’m a bear, and I like to hug you. It’s apropos.”
That made Ethan laugh.
Gene wiggled his eyebrows at him.
“Maybe you should call me Fucky-Bear then.”
Oh, well, that was probably even more apropos.
“Touché,” Ethan stated, not going there. “I am curious about one thing,” he admitted.
