Oh, well, there was a good reason for that.
“Yeah, because he’s a baby detective, and no one was wrangling that,” he stated.
And the fact that he felt like he had to prove something because of his mother’s notoriety as a damn good detective.
He was living in a shadow that made him make bad choices.
Kip apologized.
“We’re sorry that he was hurt. Really. He’s a decent guy and a good cop. What can we do?”
Gene knew that this was going to be out of their hands because Elizabeth didn’t want him letting anyone into that classified loop.
So they were on their own.
“Nothing. We’re working on it now. Do you have any notes that might help us?”
Both men shook their heads.
“Other than what we mentioned about the drugs and the one victim who escaped it, not much. Corbin had the officialfiles. We passed it off before the toxicology was in on the remains. Reed might be able to give you something.”
Gene had read the files, but it appeared visiting the ME was high on their list.
He needed to know if it was the same drug, and he was curious to know how long the victims had been dead before they were found.
“Then, we’re good.”
When he went to get up, Kip stopped him.
“The commissioner has made this his pet case that he’s all over. He wants it handled with kid gloves, and for it to be kept out of the media. His aide has mentioned this to us, and once to Corbin. You should be aware.”
Oh, he bet.
Why would he want the public to be aware of the danger that was in their city?
He was an asshole too.
“Let me give a fuck about what your commissioner wants done,” Gene said. “Okay, I did, and now, I’m going to run this the way the FBI does.”
With that, he got up and walked away.
ANGRILY.
Greyson stood, and shook their hands to try and keep this from blowing up in their faces. If the men got pissy, and called their boss, that meant Gabe was calling him.
He hated it when that happened.
Heading out to find Gene, he found him standing outside in the snow.
Well, good.
Maybe that would calm his temper down a bit because he was bitchy as hell.
“My dude, you gotta breathe,” he said. “How does Ethan wrangle you when you’re like this all the damn time? Take a breather from being cranky.”
He had no idea.
Only, Greyson was about to get bitchy too.
