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Greyson slipped another page across.
“That’s the mattress. That’s where it gets chaotic. They found seventy-five different matches of DNA on that nasty ass mattress—including Corbin’s blood. Because he’s a cop, and his DNA is on file, it hit in the system, but I’m the one who went in and printed it out, so no one knows it’s him.”
For that, they were grateful.
Greyson lowered his voice.
“I called Reed, and I’m having the sample shipped to us. I told him it was dangerous, and he was more than happy to have it gone. Gabe wants it in-house. We’ll test the shit that was on it. The more I think about it, the more I don’t believe it’s any of the victims. Someone’s yanking our chain.”
Ethan agreed.
“If we’re lucky, the person behind this doesn’t know that you can pull DNA from shit. If that’s his, we’ll get him.”
That was the plan.
Gene knew they needed to get Greyson up to speed.
“Reed pulled old cases, and he found other tox reports with an unknown drug in their systems,” he said, eating some fries. “He’ll get us the names, but it looks like this asshole has been doing this for about a year. That’s before we got here. It makes sense that we went intoBull’s,and they had males being used by the bikers.”
Greyson whistled.
“We gotta shut this down. I hope the dumped bodies means he’s stopped. I don’t like to see a person run, but I really don’t want more people to be put through this.”
They knew what he meant.
“When they’re ID’d, we’ll do notifies,” Ethan said. “They deserve to be found and sent home.”
They all agreed there.
“As for the rest,” Ethan began, “We should be good. If the person behind this dumped the bodies, and is trying to point this at the bikers as his accomplice, that tells me he’s scared,” he admitted. “I can’t see him grabbing any more, and risking getting caught.”
Gene agreed.
“I’m with Ethan on this. That was a half-assed attempt to slow us down. Only, we’re beyond that. He might think the men are in a regular lockup and not talking.”
That was a good point.
Gene continued.
“We have other issues,” he stated.
Uh-oh.
“What?” Greyson asked.
Gene clued him in.
“The media was sicced on us, and we don’t know how. What we do know is our suspect list is shit. We interviewed Harrison Dunne, who has a sugar daddy who called and ratted us out to the commissioner.”
Greyson laughed.
“Oh, the commissioner called me right before I left here. He left an angry voicemail on my phone. He wants your asses back there.”
Gene grinned maniacally.
“When pigs fucking fly,” he said, having some fries. “He can kiss my ass.”
Why wasn’t Greyson surprised that was his answer?
