Yeah, Timothy was aware.
Only, he knew he’d do this.
As the man headed out, he watched him leave, and he prayed that everything that had been woven into time and the smoke would hold up.
It was a crapshoot with Ethan and Callen. The two of them were their own worst enemies, unraveling everything at the seams with ridiculous choices.
For all of their sakes, this had better hold.
This meddling would do one thing.
Save them all.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
The Damascus
Police Station
Same Time
Oh, this was a mess, and they knew it. Both Detectives Pezzimente and Balo were up to their ears in shit.
And it kept on coming.
After talking to their boss, and explaining what they’d found, they’d headed to the station to talk to the man.
Oh, and he wasn’t happy.
Three victims, all tied together in a pretty little ribbon in the form of Polaroids on a mirror?
That screamed serial killer, and they wereNOTequipped to deal with that.
So, already, they’d been given the bad news. Once the bodies showed up, they were calling in help.
And that annoyed the two cops.
So.
Damn.
Much.
“I don’t want to hand it over,” Leah admitted. “We solve everything thrown at us. Why not try?”
Oh, Dannie knew.
Their boss was a stickler for rules.
To be the homicide captain and to run the missing persons division, you had to be. He was juggling the two biggest departments and needed to keep those balls in the air.
Letting his cops drop them was going to be a bad thing in the end for their boss.
And he knew it.
“I get it, but the boss has spoken. Once we get those bodies, they are getting handed over. I’m sure he’s already got the FBI office on speed dial.”
Still, she didn’t have to like it.
