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Oh, he didn’t doubt that.
For now, as he parked, they needed to focus on this case, not future cases.
“Let’s just meet up with the detectives,” he offered.
That worked for Gene.
“I can see them through the window,” he admitted. “The detectives beat us here,” he added.
Greyson checked out the burger joint. Gene was right about their arrival. They were sitting in a booth by a window, having lunch.
That’s when he warned him.
“Keep calm, and don’t bitch slap anyone,” he stated. “I’m not Ethan. I don’t want to be cleaning up after your crankiness.”
Yeah, well, he wasn’t Ethan.
Ethan was a saint, and Gene knew it.
Getting out, they headed toward the business, and stopped to buy two sodas so they could be patrons and sit in the dining area.
When they reached the two cops, they both slid over, making room for them.
“Thanks for meeting with us,” Gene said.
Just seeing them and knowing that they dumped a keg of dynamite on Corbin and didn’t give a shit…
That pissed him off, but because Greyson was likely testing him, he buried that irritation as deeply as he could.
“How are things?” Payton asked, eating his fries.
Gene didn’t even have an answer to that.
The man didn’t want to know.
Really.
“Peachy keen,” he said, and then dove right into the reason why they were there. “We reached out to you about some sex trafficking of young men.”
Rip lifted a brow.
“The same case we passed off to one of the homicide detectives?” he asked.
Gene nodded.
It appeared that Oliver Guy had done what the commissioner’s office had asked.
He’d kept his yap shut, and didn’t give the men the heads-up.
That worked for Corbin, and, in this case, Gene.
“What can you tell us about that case? It’s in the FBI’s hands now,” he said.
Both cops looked confused. In fact, they were so confused that they stared at each other.
Finally, Detective Rivet went there.
“What happened to Detective Price handling it? Once we found the remains of three of the men we believed were trafficked last year, we passed it off. He’s homicide. Why aren’t you asking him?”
