He cried.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Ivey Slee’s home
Walkthrough.
Saturday Early
Afternoon
The drive to Ivey’s was quiet, since Ethan was in the passenger seat working on the profile, and the detective was in the back, emailing his boss an update.
Everyone was covering their bases so that they didn’t miss a single step of this investigation.
Gene, on the other hand, was thinking about the pink elephant that was following them.
The Media.
Reporters had been camped out in front of the hotel, and as soon as they left, they had a tail. Some stayed behind, but two cars followed, and Gene was trying to lose them.
God.
He hated the media.
They liked to be so far up your ass, you could hear them yodeling in a person’s colon.
Finally, he relaxed a bit when he seemed to have lost them in traffic, so he’d call that a win.
“Taking the long way?” Dannie asked from the back seat of the rental.
Gene was to the point.
“The media was all over us. I lost them two lights back. I didn’t want them following us as we’re doing interviews. It also makes it uncomfortable when they are shouting questions through the windows as we search the dead woman’s home.”
He had a point.
Gene wanted to go back over the first victim’s information. He felt it was warranted.
“Okay, so our first victim, Ivey, was a teacher for almost ten years, and she went to school here inDamascus.”
The man in the back seat nodded.
“She went missing after work, and she was called in by her best buddy at school the next day.”
He corrected him.
“The principal called it in.”
Ethan agreed.
“Tristan noticed she didn’t show, and he told Robert Fergus that she wasn’t there.”
Okay, Gene got it straight in his head.
“And you walked around her home?” he asked the detective.
The man in the back seat nodded.
