Both of them looked panicked.
When she pulled out her phone, Chris grabbed it.
They had no choice.
They were all in this mess together. If they didn’t tell her, the whole lab would be up shit’s creek if she found out.
That wasALLof them.
Instead of saying anything, Chris handed them the paper, and both Jaxon and Chrissy read it.
Chrissy gasped in horror.
“Oh, no. She’s going to fricassee him in a pot of his own juices when she finds him,” she whispered.
Yeah, she had no idea how accurate that statement was.
“What are you going to do?” Jaxon asked.
Truthfully, Chris wasn’t sure.
If he didn’t tell her, that could blow up spectacularly. If that was part of the clues, he’d handicap her.
If he did tell her, she was going to go nuclear, and she might lose her mind and be unable to keep fighting. Then, her life was in danger.
Finally, Chris made up his mind.
This was his cross to bear—also ironically.
“I have no choice. I have to tell her. Package them up. Put their remains in cardboard coffins for transport. Handle them with the utmost care. I’ll tell her.”
Jaxon stopped him.
“We didn’t get positive ID on the female yet.”
Chris shared.
“Her mother died in a drunk driving incident. She was hit on the driver’s side of the vehicle, and died instantly. The injuries match up. When they open the graves, she won’t be there. I’d bet my career on it.”
Well, shit.
Jaxon knew that from the damage to the bones, that was most definitely a possible cause of death.
“How long ago?” she asked.
He did the math.
“Forty years ago. Elizabeth was ten at the time,” he stated. “The timeline matches up with the type of embalming residue you both found. Charlie died seventeen years ago-ish.”
Jaxon didn’t question it. Ultimately, this was Chris’ final decision. This was his circus, and they were his clowns.
Chrissy knew she was going to be angry.
“Oh, this is going to go badly.”
Yeah, tell him about it. For now, though, he needed backup on this one.
Pulling out his phone, he called Ethan.
