The man yakked up his guts, and while he did, the four investigators stared at each other. The man was having an appropriate response.
Gene knew they could cut him free.
When he stopped puking, he went there.
“Where are you parked?” Gene asked.
The man pointed to a red truck not far away on the other side of the police tape.
“Do we have your address?” he asked.
Dannie clued them in.
“We have it,” he admitted.
Well, then, they didn’t need to keep him here any longer since he only knew the women from the media running their faces non-freaking-stop.
“Head out,” Gene said, giving him the okay, and the man didn’t hesitate. He took his dog and made a beeline right for his vehicle.
Someone had seen some shit, and likely, he’d never forget it.
“He was freaked out the whole time,” Dannie said. “The beat cop said dispatch called him, and said there was a frantic and screaming call that came in.”
Gene sighed.
“I mean, once upon a time, I would have been the same. Now, I can eat over a body. Who is the real sicko here?” he asked, rhetorically.
Scanning the area, the media was trying its hardest to get photographs.
The sickos were always acting a fool.
“Let’s go see if the ME has anything yet,” Gene said, tucking his notebook into the inner pocket of his coat.
Together, they all headed there.
Standing over the ME, and the dead woman, was the city ME, and he was being a bitch. It was clear he had ruffled feathers and planned on rocking the boat as much as possible.
“Are you sure you know how to…?” he began, only to have Gene shut that shit down.
When on an FBI scene, you didn’t poke the FBI ME. That was a no-go for Gene.
“Hey. How about you call it a night, Doctor Parker?” Gene asked. “We have an ME here, so we’re good to go. There’s no need for you to be up Doctor Fuentes’ ass—unless that’s his kink, or he’s paying for it.”
The man gave him a dirty look when the FBI ME just snickered as he kept working.
Oh, well, Gene could share the fun by giving him one back.
“Had you wanted to be involved in this case, you shouldn’t have tucked tail and bailed this morning. We had questions, and now Doctor Fuentes has to redo your autopsies to give them to us.”
The man protested, just like they knew he would.
“I didn’t miss anything!” he stated.
Gene shrugged.
“Were they restrained?” he asked.
The man stared at him.
