Their grandson was the smallest Blackhawk, and they wanted to keep him safe. He was still a newborn in their eyes, and the most precious of cargo along with their own children.
He clued them in.
“Fiji,” Ivan said. “We sent one of Chris’ other jets to Europe, and we made it look like someone wiped the manifesto. Meanwhile, we chartered a whole commercial flight, buying out all the seats through different sources to get them all to Fiji tomorrow. They have bogus passports thanks to the US government’s US Marshals. Who knew the kids would have witness protection so early in life?”
Well, there was that.
At least they were able to use the tools afforded to them.
“I mean, EJ and CJ were likely going to jail, and they rat their siblings out all the time,” Chris stated. “So I’d pick them.”
It wasn’t like he was wrong.
“They head out in the morning. We have a house that Chris owns, and instead of using it, we’ve had cameras put in, and we rented another house under a bogus name. It’s tied to a crypto account that MATE set up that ties to Jethro Von Gunter. Elizabeth thinks Devon won’t be smart enough to look into his own backyard.”
Ethan agreed.
His wife had been pretty smart to use that tactic against him.
“He won’t. He’ll try to crack our information. If he’s been watching Elizabeth for years, with his creep father, he’s going to know all about all of us.”
That was the worst part.
“Are we safe here?” Chris asked.
Before he could answer, MATE appeared.
“Hey, Fam,” she said, wearing a black stylish suit, her hair was pulled up in a bun, and she was wearing dark glasses. “I’m checking in for the boss.”
They all focused on her.
“Is she okay?” Callen asked.
She nodded.
“Where is she?” Gene asked.
MATE shook her head.
“Sorry, but I’m prohibited by the Deputy Director of the FBI from giving you that information.”
Well, they already knew, but they wanted to see if they’d be cock blocked by their AI.
Clearly, they would be.
“What the deputy director wants is for all of you to stay in the house. She found some concerning things on the crime scene, and she wants you safe.”
Chris sat on the edge of his seat.
“Are we talking forensics? Can I help her?” he asked.
She considered what he was asking, and it seemed as if he understood the assignment.
In fact, that was exactly why she was here. Elizabeth wanted to ensure her family was helping her with this, specifically her ME and her profiler.
“TheCorpus ChristiFBI office is working the scene, and the local ME is handling the autopsies. You’ll have full access to the remains via the city office.”
Hearing that, Chris offered it up.
