“You just get us there. I’ll be ready,” Gene said, heading for the bathroom to jump in an ice-cold shower to shock the shit out of his body and wake himself up.
If that didn’t work…
Well, he’d fake it until he made it and pray that he didn’t have to shoot anything to stay alive.
Because that was a recipe for disaster.
Big-time.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
The Park
Crime Scene
Three Twenty A.M.
When they finally got there, the place was lit up with red and blue lights, signaling there was something going on. From the sheer quantity of cop cars, there was no way to draw any more attention.
Way to keep it on the DL.
Now, this whole half of the city knew what the hell was going on due to chaos.
Yeah…
This was overkill and a pain in their asses.
From the appearance, you’d think there was a mass casualty situation, or something along those lines—not a single death.
Someone was putting on a show for the media.
CLEARLY.
That told them the homicide captain was likely up to his eyeballs in this response, too.
Oh, Jerry was annoying the fuck out of Gene.
This was one hell of a bad way to start the day, and Gene and Ethan, while accustomed to it, didn’t have to like it. Getting the call, they were out of bed and to the location as quickly as possible.
And they weren’t alone.
Not.
Even.
Close.
There was media.
There were cops.
There were two detectives.
Oh, and their team.
Thankfully, Ethan had been right, and their ME fromSalt Lake Citywas on the scene, and with him came his people. The FBI was now fully driving the bus.
Well, now, maybe they’d get some answers. That was if the city ME didn’t pitch a fit in front of everyone.
