“We researched Randal Crest. He’s not a blond. He’s got black hair,” he offered showing the two men.
“Well, maybe it was another ex,” Dannie stated.
They.
Would.
See.
Someone was having some fun in the Polaroids, though. That was for damn sure.
They were of her tied to a bed and being fucked. They had her in all kinds of positions.
“What’s he wearing?” Dannie said, getting a glimpse of something hanging from the man’s neck.
The second Ethan saw it, he knew.
“A rosary,” he stated.
Oh, boy.
Was this religious?
Had they missed that too?
Dannie went there.
“So, the man fucking her was wearing a rosary while doing the deed?” he asked. “I’m not religious, but my partner is, and she’s pretty protective of her rosary. She keeps hers in a little glass box in her desk.”
Gene knew most Catholics were the same. He wore his, and now, his was currently around Ethan’s neck.
And he’d fucked him wearing it like a collar. It somehow made it…kinky.
That raw desire teased with the peak of religious mixed in just got his juices flowing.
Sue him.
“That’s crazy,” Dannie said. “Most people don’t wear them as jewelry.”
Ethan reached into his shirt, and pulled out the rosary he was wearing. He’d taken it off before his shower, not to get it wet, but put it back on when he’d gotten dressed.
He’d been wearing it when the two of them had been in bed. It got Gene handsy seeing it.
“I’m wearing mine,” he said, covering for his partner. The detective didn’t need details.
Dannie stared at it. It was made with beads, and had a crucifix at the end.
Much like the one in the picture.
“I never would have taken you for Catholic,” he admitted. “Native who loves Jesus? That’s new.”
Ethan said nothing.
And neither did Gene—not about that particular crucifix.
“Were there any other crucifixes found?” he asked. “You know, on the scenes?”
He thought about it.
