Mostly, she wanted to keep checking her theory on this one, and if she was right, all evidence would be swept.
They heard him walking around.
“No, Ma’am. His computer is gone too, and I don’t see a phone either.”
Yep.
This was going to be a clean-up, and she’d bet a professional hit. Since she worked with Mercenaries, she knew a hit when she heard it.
“I’m sorry for the loss of your friend, Sheriff. Please know that my people will handle it and get the doctor the justice he deserves.”
Yeah, like ruining his reputation posthumously.
Someone helped a killer and murdered those three women.Corpus Christiagents would get to the bottom of it, and he would never be known as a‘good’doctor.
Trust.
And.
Believe.
“Thank you, Director.”
With that confirmed, she hung up.
“Gene, call our satellite office and warn them what’s coming in. If the call never comes in from that man, I want to know. Do I trust the sheriff? No. I don’t trust anyone at this point if I don’t know them personally.”
He handled it.
Before she could say anything else, her phone rang again, and once more, she recognized the number.
It was Dex, and it was an incoming video call.
So, she hit the button and crossed her fingers, toes, and heart, praying she was right.
Normally, she wouldn’t want to wish death on anyone, but in this case, if they were dead, they were guilty of helping the man.
“Tell me I’m right, Dex,” she said.
His face appeared.
“What the fuck?” he asked.
That told her all she needed to know.
She was right.
“Elizabeth, the whole place is bloody. We found the wife with her throat slit. It’s a clean kill, but she sprayed out everywhere.”
That matched the ME on the other side of the country. A hit would be the opposite of the kills they’d participated in, so as not to match Devon’s MO.
He’d want this to point away from him.
Someone was clever, but she’d seen it all before. This wasNOTher first rodeo.
Now, she was curious.
“And the husband?”
