Page 250 of Icy Cold Death

Well, that sounded familiar, now didn’t it?

They didn’t get to ask her anything else. There was a whistle from where the body was.

They both turned.

“I have a present for you,” Doctor Sinclair said, heading their way.

Oh, she hoped this wasn’t some pickup line.

“We’ll be back, Marny. Hold here,” Tori said.

They moved across the space to where the ME was standing.

“What do you have?” Genesis asked.

He held up the bag.

“We found her phone. It was tucked into her bra. As we were trying to bag her, it fell out.”

He passed it to her.

“Thanks, Doc.”

He grinned.

“I do like giving pretty ladies gifts,” he admitted, much to her horror.

She almost gagged.

“Thanks,” she reiterated, trying not to react. She had to play nice for the next two weeks—or until this case was done—whichever came first.

When he walked away, she signed her name on the evidence bag and pulled on gloves. Then, she opened it. Once it slid out into her hand, Tori moved closer.

“Uh, personal space?”

She laughed.

“Girl, I lost my head there for a second. I was living my FBI life. I rarely get to see evidence. I normally have to get my balls busted by Honor, my sister-in-law. She is one of THOSE cops. You know, the ones who dislike PIs.”

She wasn’t asking how she ended up married into a family of them.

Instead, Genesis pushed a button, and miraculously the phone wasn’t dead. It had a low battery, but that gave her enough time to go through it quickly.

She headed for the first place where the best evidence was often found.

The text messages.

Once in it, there was a blocked number, but the message gave away everything.

‘Can you meet me? I want to spend some time with you. I know the heat is on with my wife missing, but I need you. I’m free of her. It’ll be you and me. I love you, Cyrus.’

Tori looked up.

“Oh, someone just got caught with his hand in the booty jar.”

Genesis stared at her.

“You have questionable behavior,” she admitted. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

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