Luis could see that.
“Give me a few with her to see what I can determine before you begin giving me the million questions. Then, I can help you as much as I can. It’s going to be a long night as I do her autopsy and then go over the other women. I want to compare my results to Smiley’s back there,” he joked.
They appreciated that.
“How much of Greyson’s soul did he have to sell to get you toDamascus?” Ethan asked.
The man laughed.
“Let’s just say that he owes someone a whole bunch of favors because I got the call from Gabriel Rothschild himself and was told to haul ass. The only reason I didn’t get here for a while was I was elbow deep in another body for aSalt Lake Cityagent.”
Well, that was shocking.
Not the fact he’d been in another body, but the other part. Gabe called him personally?
Really?
Who would have seen that one coming?
To see how much time they had before they could rapid-fire questions at the ME, Gene looked at his watch.
“We’ll give you ten,” he said. “Then, we have to bother you. This person is dropping bodies left and right. They took four in just as many days.”
The man whistled as he began pulling on his gloves. As a Fed, he knew that wasn’t something an agent wanted to see happen.
“That can’t be good,” he admitted.
Oh, it absolutely wasn’t.
That was for damn sure.
Heading away from the body to give the man time, they saw the two detectives not far from them and met up with them.
When Ethan stared at the female detective, Dannie knew what he was thinking.
“Dispatch called us both,” he admitted.
Well, that was out of their power, and honestly, they’d been planning to let her help in a few hours regardless, so this wasn’t a big deal. Still, Ethan chose to be wary.
Honestly, her attitude stunk, like the MEs.
“You beat us here,” Gene said. “Did you get to talk to the dude that found the body?” he asked.
Dannie nodded.
“Yeah, and we wouldn’t let him leave. Do you want to talk to him yourself?” he asked.
He absolutely did.
“Yep. Take us to him. We have ten minutes before we have to play the rousing game of‘try to get the ME to talk’.”
The detectives led them to a police cruiser, and in the back, there was a guy around twenty-five, and he was holding a small dog.
When they opened the door, Gene crouched down, and as he did, Ethan stood behind him so he wouldn’t fall backward. His man was still wobbly, and the media didn’t need to see him fall onto his ass.
They’d have a field day.
“Hey, I’m Special Agent Gene Cantrell. What’s your name?” he asked.
