That was never happening.
“What do you know about Doctor Monroe?” she asked the sheriff.
He took off his hat to mop at the sweat on his brow.
“He’s a good ME. He helps the FBI out a lot. We don’t get a lot of shit like this down here. He does double duty. He’s beyond capable.”
That worked for her.
Because the gold standard of MEs wasNOThelping here with this mess, but he would go over the information when it came in.
Bet.
On.
It.
Already, Raphael was giving her the look like he double-dog dared her to even suggest bringing Chris here.
Well, she wasn’t cuckoo.
Not yet.
“Sheriff, I need you to keep this scene intact until the FBI techs and the city ME can get here. I’m claiming it as an FBI scene,” she admitted.
He was curious.
“And their families?”
Elizabeth went there.
“We’re going to notify them once we get it handled. I’ll task Doctor Monroe to do that for us. As for the crimes, we’ve got this. I’ll take that letter he sent you, and I’ll be in contact. I have your number.”
That’s when he lifted a brow.
It was clear he hadn’t been expecting a quick exit.
“Just like that? You’re not staying to work it? Doctor Monroe isn’t here yet. Are we all in danger?”
She was aware and was to the point.
“No, you’re all safe. Like I said, I know who this is, and he’s already moved on. He left me enough to know that.”
He looked confused.
In fact, her security guys did too, so she tried to explain what she’d seen in there that told her that.
“There are two clocks in here. One is set to six in the morning, and one is set to three in the afternoon. There are smudges on them of dried blood. He’s heading east.”
The man stared.
“What? How did you figure that out?”
She walked to the wall of license plates. On it, there were all different states. One of them was a plate from DC.
Where she was originally from.
It was splattered with blood, but it was theONLYone with any blood on it. You couldn’t spray blood and only hit one target on a wall packed in plates unless it was intentional. Blood splatter didn’t work like that.
