We all knew how to fly, figuratively and literally, under the radar.
“What the hell did they find?”
“I think they identified the corrupt officers, at least some of them. If I had to guess,” I glared at him, “I know we don’t guess, but hear me out.”
Owing him that much, I nodded.
“My guess, they didn’t have enough evidence to form a solid case and the bad guys killed them to stop the investigation.”
“Did you find more in their case files?”
“I did. I spent hours combing through their cases. The file I needed was mislabeled, had a fuckton of third party notes, and it was marked closed. Someone redacted the names listed as suspects.”
“Let me guess, the notes discredited the Singer’s evidence.”
“Winner winner, chicken dinner. Hey, let’s order room service.”
Knowing we’d be working late into the night, we ordered enough food for a small army.
Ignoring my second-hand guilt, we sorted through the evidence linking my current case with the Singer’s missing persons case and the case they were working on when they disappeared.
I now had three cases to solve.
Looking closer at the picture of the Singers and their baby, I noticed the pattern on the blanket.
“Holy shit!”
Gibson’s head snapped up. “What?”
How did I miss it?“Cherries.” I held the picture up so he could see it.
“So?” He smiled as it sunk in. “Cherries.”
“She’s obsessed with them, but she doesn’t eat them.”
He squinted at the picture, understanding what I wasn’t saying.
“We need to talk to her.”
“I know, but there’s no plausible reason for me to go back.”
“Let me go in undercover.”
“Dude, no way. You’re as subtle as a Mack truck.”
I didn’t want him to upset her.
“So? It gets the job done.” He shrugged.
“She’s innocent.”
“She probably knows more than she realizes.”
“Maybe, but I don’t want you upsetting her.”
Fuck.I’m in too deep.
“Austin the Robot Winchester, did you catch feelings for our person of interest?”
