That was all he had to hear.
Will grabbed his jacket, pulled on his shoes, and rode shotgun with Ethan back to the condo, holding the coffee and bagels on his lap.
And the whole time, he knew that he was going to find a way to get through to Corbin.
Or die trying.
Some things in life were worth it.
And Corbin was one of those things.
Chapter Eighteen
Condo
Fifteen Minutes
Later
When the Fed got out of the shower, and found his lover gone, at first, Gene was worried about him. It wasn’t until he went out to the living room and found a note on the coffee table next to their work laptops.
As soon as he read it, honestly, Gene wasn’t surprised that his man was out doing something for Corbin.
Ethan might be quiet, and seem aloof, but he had an amazing heart, and a great capacity to love.
Knowing where he was helped him calm the hell down.
As for him going out alone…
It was normal for Ethan to run out on a Sunday morning and get them breakfast. Before coming toPhiladelphia, he did it all of the time.
Only, when he got back from this little trip, they were going to have to talk about that.
With Javier Hughes likely getting out on bail tomorrow, the last place he wanted Ethan was wandering the streets.
They were back to locking down to stay safe, until the man went to court to be convicted of theLONGlist of charges against him.
So, as he waited for Ethan to return, he started making notes, and plotting out their day. It was going to be about re-tracing Corbin’s steps with the homicide case.
While months had gone by, and the trail was likely cold, what they needed was just one little thread to tug.
If they found it, that could catch a killer.
Because what this person was doing was homicide. He was sending men out, drugged, abused, and filled with a narcotic that was lethal.
Taking away their control, and their ability to make decisions was disgusting, and after last night, with just a micro-dose of Snow, he saw how dangerous it would be having that here.
Hopefully, they got this stopped, and it was finished on its very short run here in America.
They were going to talk to all three witnesses who lived with the men, or near them. Since it was a Sunday morning, and relatively early, they likely would still be home.
It was door knocking time.
When he heard their door opening, he knew who it would be.
His sexy man was back.
“EJ?” he called, needing to make sure he was safe, and he hadn’t been worked over by Will. He was pretty sure they were public enemy one in his book.
