“You realize you’re holding a Fed, and an actual Fed, on homicide charges when the victims were cut into pieces and bled everywhere. We are pristine. We were working something and showed up there. The male victim is tied to an FBI situation.”
The cop was being a cunt.
“Prove it.”
Only, she couldn’t do that. How was she supposed to tell them about The Hunters, this mess, and the fact that they were eyeballs deep in a huge ass scandal?
The military was tied toThe BlackStone Group, and so were some power players in DC.
This had to be handled on the DL.
Carefully.
“All you have to do, Elizabeth, is explain why you’re here, and if it doesn’t make you look like you did this…”
She sighed.
“Again, clean and no blood on me. How could I cut apart a child, and kill two people and be spotless?”
He shrugged.
“You’re the pro at crime scenes. You tell me.”
Yeah, this cop was just busting her balls. She knew they could hold her there twenty-four hours, or charge them. They couldn’t make this stick.
Remington, beside her, was saying nothing.
Not.
At.
All.
He couldn’t blow his cover in NOLA, and as far as the people here knew, he was the ex-FBI Deputy Director, and nothing more.
The detective kept up his bullshit, and the whole time, she knew they were burning time.
Time they didn’t have.
Oh, when Ivan got wind of this…
He was going to shit his little britches and say one thing.
‘I told you so.’
God, she hated when he was right.
Before the detective could say anything more, there was a knock on the door.
When he opened it, that’s when he saw his boss.
“Commissioner!” the detective said, staring at him in disbelief.
Oh, Elizabeth knew what got the man out of his bed at that time of the night.
Her boss.
Call it a hunch.
