When parts of his skull dropped from the ceiling, Zayn barely managed to avoid it.
“Well, a little heads-up would have been nice, Major,” Zayn said, checking his hair to make sure that it was detective-free.
“My bad,” she joked. “Next time, I promise.”
Then, Maura looked around.
“Did you steal anything worth value?” she asked their two thieves.
“Yep,” Jinx said. “They had gold and some money. We have enough to make it look like a theft gone bad.”
That worked for her as a backup plan in case what she was planning went bad.
Maura pulled out her knife, again, and carved a Z into the dead detectives’ foreheads.
Jagger was curious.
“Uh, what is that for?” he inquired. “Are you getting a signature?”
Maura explained.
“Well, someone has to take credit for killing dirty cops, and it can’t be us. So… let the good cops think about this one, and try to figure it out.”
He laughed.
“So now we’re not only hunters but Z?”
She shrugged.
“Why not?” she asked. “Elizabeth hates when we point it at us, so let’s make her life easier for a change. A happy boss is a boss we can call for help.”
That was always a good thing. When they had to call her, she needed to be happy.
The heat was on here, and they might need some favors.
While they’d love to take credit for this, they just couldn’t.
They were the bad guys.
When she was done, and they’d cleaned up, it was time to set the scene.
“Jinx, make sure this place is ready for the homeowners.”
She laughed.
“Can I keep the dress?” she asked.
Maura found her amusing for so many reasons.
“Your husband’s kink is none of my business, Mrs. Cleaver.”
Rogue grinned wickedly.
“Mind ya business, Major,” he said, winking at his wife.
As they headed out, locking the place down, they stopped at the vehicles. It was then that Eve clued them in.
“Make sure you plan for my assistance. Dakota and I talked. I’ll definitely be joining you,” Eve said. “I do love hitting up a bar or sneaking into a police station.”