Gene couldn’t recall shit. He was barely able to string thoughts together.
“What did you do without me?” he asked.
Ethan told him.
“Doctor Fuentes arrived from Salt Lake City and commandeered the morgue. Greyson came through for us. He’s here and redoing the bodies. He sent a tech over, and I went down and gave them all the DNA evidence that we found.”
Gene was listening.
His partner had carried them, and he knew it. For that, he was damn grateful.
Ethan laughed.
“Well, he was redoing autopsies until this call came in. I sent him the location that Dannie gave me,” he admitted.
Gene listened as Ethan poured some black coffee into a paper cup and handed it to his man.
Then, he handed him something Gene was going to truly appreciate.
“I was able to commandeer a gun for you to use, so you’re not stuck with my backup piece.”
He pointed to the Glock on the table beside Ethan’s gun and badge.
“Oh, hot damn,” Gene said. “I’m armed and high as a kite. How could that go wrong?”
Truthfully, Ethan didn’t want to think about it. So, he continued on.
“I then was thinking about Megan, and what the bartender said. I ran any police records, but nothing popped with her name in it. So, I’m not sure if she had an incident and called the cops, or not. I just can’t shake what Mitch said, or Jimmy said. She was skittish, and women aren’t like that unless given a reason.”
Gene blinked.
“You think she was assaulted before?”
He shrugged.
“It came to mind. I’m just covering our bases at this point,” he admitted.
Gene was sipping his coffee as he listened to Ethan walk him through what he’d managed to handle.
“There wasn’t a single thing out there with her name tied to it where she might be afraid of men. So, I might be wrong with what I picked up. It happens.”
Gene was waking up, and the coffee was helping.
He was naked, but appreciative.
Patting his knee, Ethan headed his way and sat down to connect them. If you couldn’t get your husband to sit in your lap, what was the point of life?
Blackhawk kissed him on the temple but continued.
“Then, you got a few text messages from the detective. He ran Randal Crest, and he doesn’t own any other properties in the area where he could be taking any victims to kill them. He’s not feeling like a good match on this one.”
Gene let him talk.
“So that’s off the table. This killer would need a place where he or she could go to do the deed. They appear to be hunting in the middle of the day, since that’s when they seem to be stalked. This person either works at night or is done early in the day.”
Gene took it all in.
Someone had gotten a lot covered in the few hours he’d been handling it alone.
