“No, don’t.”
“Why the hell not?”
Zander rubbed his temple. “I don’t think we can trust very many on this, Rudy. My gut tells me our killer might be on the inside. If that’s the case, then they could fuck with evidence, if they haven’t already.”
Rudy’s long sigh rattled the phone. “Are you kidding me? I’ve hired these deputies. I trust them.”
“I know you do and that’s why I didn’t tell you before now, or that I brought Cullen in to look at the cases with me.”
“Fuck, buddy. Are you saying you don’t trust me?”
“No, man. I just know how protective you are over people you believe in.”
“I don’t like anyone going behind my back,” he practically growled the words. “Are you having Cullen investigate me too?”
“No. Think about it though, buddy. The killer hasn’t left one speck of evidence outside of what he’s planted. You and I both know that’s almost impossible, unless you know your way around a crime scene.”
There was a long silence. “I agree, but still, I’m pissed that you went behind my back. This is still my county, my case. Because I trust your instincts, I’ll keep my deputies off the investigation. If Lanie complains about me working all night, I’ll send her argument your way.”