Page 139 of Sticks and Stones
“Oh, please don’t tell me that our baby detective believed them and went into a back room with the five men who raped him.”
Ethan nodded.
“There was a bed and couch there, and they tied him to bed for the whole assault, so that blood will be his.”
That hung there.
Gene rubbed his temples.
Now, he absolutely had to go on a rampage and break someone’s bones.
Neck.
Face.
And anything else he could get his hands on at that point.
In the living room he paced.
“I can’t get a warrant to search the back room if he washed the evidence away, and I certainly can’t if Corbin doesn’t want the rape on record.”
Not far away, Greyson was sitting at their dining room table waiting for them.
“What back room?”
Gene told him, and he closed his eyes.
“That’s problematic for a million reasons. Corbin should never have been working on this alone. He went back there, and they had him. You need to retrain him if he goes back to police work. He’s a danger to himself.”
Oh, they were aware.
Ethan sat down.
“Well, we have three years to do it now. As for the rest, this makes solving this difficult.”
They were well aware.
Sliding the files toward him, Ethan picked the first one up as Gene put Luigi’s cheesesteaks on the table for them.
“Did you tell him about Will?” Greyson asked.
Ethan looked up.
“What about him?”
Gene had been planning on going there next. He had a whole list of problems to share.
The back room.
Corbin’s home.
The Will situation.
Oh, and his unquenchable rage.
Gene relayed the whole situation, and the whole time, Ethan shook his head.
“Corbin told me he’s breaking up with him. That he doesn’t want him to see him this way. It’s only a matter of time before that blows up in our faces. I told him to give it some timeand think about it first, but at some point, if Will shows up here, he’s going to dump him.”
