“Call Elizabeth. It looks like she was right about the killer striking in DC. That’s going to be for her.”
Yeah, no doubt.
The crazy was in town, and it wanted Elizabeth’s attention.
Clearly.
* * * The Blackhawks * * *
Holy Redeemer Church
Eight A.M.
Second Crime Scene
It had been a long night, and Elizabeth had barely slept at all. That hadn’t put her in a sunshine-y mood when the sun came up.
Yeah, she got a catnap in from three to five, and the rest of the time, she was coordinating withThe Hunters, making sure they were doing okay in the UK.
The footlocker had been secured, andThe Hunterswere on the cusp of handling Von Donore. All she had to do was hold out as long as she could until she could get backup.
Already, she and Maura were getting a plan in order.
Now, with the call from Quinn that they’d found bodies, she knew the dog-and-pony show continued.
With the fact that yesterday was a church day, and the remains hadn’t been there, that told her that she wasHOURSbehind the killer.
No longer was she scared that he’d get too far ahead, and she’d lose him.
This told her all she needed to know.
She was on his ass. The stop inNOLAto get The Hunters situated didn’t screw her over.
That gave her a little bit of energy, as she arrived to do her job.
Oh, and she wasn’t alone going to that church. She had a five-Marine escort.
Gunny.
Gideon.
Johnny.
Uriel.
And Raphael.
They were so far up her ass that morning, they were all married in some third-world countries.
Yeah, that close.
“Here’s the plan,” Raphael stated, from his spot in the passenger seat of the blacked-out, bulletproof ride.
It was clear he wasn’t playing.
“Three of us on the director, and two in the vehicle in case we need to move quickly. I want to be able to extract her if the shit hits the fan.”
As he spoke, she stared at him.
