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Yeah, the crotch goblin would do the job.
It looked like they were going to be heading back toBull’s Biker Baragain, and their vacation was going to have to wait.
Because Corbin, the baby detective, needed his family.
While he was a baby detective, they weren’t baby Feds, and they’d have the best chance of mitigating the rumors about Corbin, and finding the people who did this.
Because no one hurt their family.
No.
One.
Chapter Two
En Route
To The Hospital
Saturday
Morning
After sending Alice away with the promise of figuring out what was going on, both Ethan and Gene grabbed their badges and guns to head to the hospital. It was time to get down to business, and more importantly, to figure out how Corbin managed to fall down this dangerous rabbit hole.
This was going to be particularly tricky, and honestly, neither of them was looking forward to facing Corbin.
Seeing him like this…
That was a hard pill to swallow.
Already, their imaginations were going wild, picturing the worst-case scenario—because that’s what cops did. They planned for the worst, and hoped for the best.
Gene knew how difficult it was to face Ethan after what David Neives did to him, but this was far worse. Corbin would be well aware of what the animals did to him, and how did he save him from that knowledge?
He couldn’t.
So now, he had to tap dance delicately and for a slew of reasons. The police likely weren’t going to hand this over easily.
Oh, anything but.
They were going to want to keep this in-house to handle the situation. All Gene could hope was that word hadn’t spread yet.
It was time to make FBI magic happen.
In order to do that, it meant stripping this case away from the local law as soon as they figured out what Corbin had been investigating.
That tended to make cops cranky.
But that was life. They’d have to get over it. Since they were there cleaning up the mess, that told them everything they needed to know about the closure rate of the local cops.
It was dismal, and Corbin’s case wasn’t falling through the cracks. The men who hurt him would pay.
Bet.
On.
