Page 136 of Sticks and Stones
“Yeah, and he’s pissed. My luck, the next case I get is going to have Will as the prosecutor, and he’s going to be a dick to me on the stand just for shits and giggles. Oh, and thanks for bailing on me,PARTNER!”
Greyson didn’t doubt it, and he didn’t mince words.
“I’ve been cross-examined by him post-case. He’s mean on the stand. I’m not dealing with him.”
Great.
Well, he called that one.
Greyson continued.
“I grabbed him some clothes. I think you need to see something though,” he said.
That didn’t sound good.
Heading up, they found a broken picture frame next to the bed, and in it, there was a picture of Corbin and Will kissing each other.
Gene picked it up.
“It looks like we might have a problem. If the assholes ever figure out that Corbin didn’t die, they know that he’s with someone—Will. If they can’t find him, who do you think they’d go for?” he asked.
Well, shit.
They could add this to the list of problems that were ever growing. Now, they had an innocent lawyer potentially in danger.
Jesus.
This got worse.
It was imperative that they found Corbin’s gun, badge, wallet, keys, and car—all the while pretending they weren’t working a case so this didn’t go on the record beyond what they wanted to put in the file.
How could this go wrong?
“We should lock the place up. I don’t want to see them wreck the rest of Corbin’s home, but we have to get these files back for the profiler. Ethan needs them to get started on his job.”
Greyson was curious.
“Do we need a profiler? I think we know who is behind this.”
Yeah, he was right.
“Except those neanderthals couldn’t get-together and organize a group, let alone figure out how to abduct men, and not get caught. Someone’s behind this with some intelligence, and Ethan will profile it so we can figure out who.”
That was a good point.
“This whole case is going to suck.”
Gene knew Greyson was right.
They were going to have to retrace Corbin’s steps through the case where he figured out how andIFthe missing men had contact with the trash atBull’s Biker Bar.
That was going to take time.
Time they didn’t have.
“What did you grab him?” Gene asked as Greyson tossed him the bag. In it, he saw jeans, socks, underwear, and some shirts.
Gene had the sneaking suspicion that Corbin was moving in, especially after he heard what happened here. He was going to need more things.
