That it was.
“We still have to hit him with this. When do you want to do it?” Ethan asked his partner.
Gene considered it.
“Tomorrow. First thing. Today is the memorial, and the media is going to be all over it. The last thing I want is to pick up a tail for this. We lost them and might not get lucky the second time.”
Yeah…
That was a good point.
“We know where they will be, so we’ll be elsewhere,” Gene stated. “I don’t want to keep giving the mad shooter an update as to where he can take more shots at us.”
Ethan knew that was one more reason why Gene wanted to keep today short and do more inside work than outside. He’d nearly been shot, and that wasn’t fun.
“So,The Tipsy Easel?” Dannie asked.
Yeah, that was the most logical place to go next. Phylis’ husband said she went there with friends. Maybe, that was how they tied together. Maybe someone saw the three victims there together.
“Yeah,” Gene said, as they reached the lobby of the fancy condo. “Hopefully, that interview gives us something we can use,” he stated. “Detective, call ahead and make sure the owner is ready for us.”
Dannie did what he asked.
He used his notes to find the number, pulled out his phone, and called the couple who owned the place.
His fingers were crossed that they managed to lock this down.
FAST.
As he was on the phone, Ethan glanced over at his partner.
“We’re getting closer. I can feel it in my balls. They connect, Gene. We just have to figure out how, and when we do, I think it will all fall into place. Collectors aren’t masters at hiding their sins. Their crimes are reflections of them.”
Oh, he was well aware.
One's reflections of sin always got them caught.
It was only a matter of time.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
The Hotel
Same Time
Fortunately, Callen was able to keep his lunch down. The whole time, it had been touch-and-go. At first, a burger sounded good, but once he began eating it, his belly rolled.
But it wasn’t because of the booze.
Or the hangover.
No.
This time, it was because he was thinking about what he’d done, what he’d said, and what had gone down with Ethan.
It was a hard pill to swallow.
Pulling out the note that Ethan had handed to him, the original one he’d left him at his cabin, Callen read over it.
