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“Anything, Bethe. I’ll take Tony. We’ll see you back at the scene.”
She pointed at her bug man.
“I swear to God, if you act up, I’m kicking your ass. Keep that in mind.”
He nodded andRANfor Chris’ vehicle.
Well, at least he’d be on his best behavior for the rest of this case.
In the borrowed FBI vehicle, she pulled out her phone and called Sam.
He answered on the first ring.
“Is he okay? Did they find him? He’s not dead, is he?” Sam asked.
“Well, I’m about to kill him, Sam. Here I am, chasing a cannibal, and I get a call from my Mom that my father has gone loco! What the hell?”
Sam apologized.
“I’m sorry. Where is he?”
She sighed.
“The cops have him. They’re bringing him to the hospital, and cuffing him to the bed until he’s got medical clearance. When you land, he’s your issue. I have to work this case, and I can’t be distracted.”
Sam knew she wasn’t kidding.
“I’ll handle your father, Elizabeth. I’m grounding him for so long that he’s going to forget what kissing me feels like!”
That worked for her.
“Fly safe. I’ll call you later,” she said, and hung up.
Then, she turned her lights back on, and hauled ass back to the scene.
Only in her world would it be easier chasing a cannibal who was eating people than having a father.
Jesus.
Charlie was going to be the death of her.
Bet on it.
Chapter Twenty-Three
The Lunch Box
Three P.M.
Meet-up
When they arrived at the café, Greyson was already there, and he had a table for them. As they reached him, they were out of their coats, and had people staring at them as they sat down.
There was no doubt why.
They were still in their vests, but after Diesel had bitten the big one, yesterday, they weren’t taking a chance.
“I ordered us burgers,” Greyson said. “They should be out any minute.”
