But this was her curse, apparently.
Touching the mass of goo that had once been a woman’s organ, she saw it.
And she’d been right.
Devon left her something in the nastiness. When she picked up the necklace, it was a bloody mess, but she recognized it immediately.
A rosary.
But Jesus had been violently ripped off of it. Was he really going to make this a religious thing?
Well, she’d love to see him take corpse-fucking down the religious route.
That would be new for her.
It was crystal clear that someone was going off the fucking rails. Devon was acting a fool and running amok, all while trying to tell her something.
Well, now, it was time to catch him.
“What are their names?” she asked. “Did you fingerprint them with a scanner?”
He nodded.
“We have Sister Mary Cramer, Debbie Lewston, and Tammy Bisset. One was a nun, and the other two were local prostitutes.”
Okay, that was nothing new. She’d seen more dead hookers than anyone should in their life. As for dead nuns, yeah, she’d seen a few of those, too.
Still, she was curious.
“Uriel, which one did you say was scooped out?” she asked.
He pointed at the closer one. As he did, Billy shared what they knew.
“That’s the nun.”
Why wasn’t she shocked?
That was the most predictable thing on this scene. The woman of God, who swore abstinence, was missing her uterus?
She had news for Devon.
It had been done before. If he wanted to shock her, he was going to have to up his game.
A LOT.
Elizabeth took a look at the other women. This time, not looking for clues, but at the damage he’d inflicted on them.
“He took their eyes, and he just played in the other ones,” she admitted, as Raphael headed their way. “The other women have their uteruses intact.”
Her security cleared his throat, and when she glanced up at him, he gave her the news.
“They’re going to be here in thirty,” he said. “They are en route. Doctor Franklin Monroe is on his way with the techs. He works for the city. The FBI doesn’t have any free MEs lying around.”
Oh, she didn’t doubt that Devon picked this location because of that. He’d want her to lean into what she knew by using her own ME.
Yeah, no.
Chris wasNOTcoming here.
