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Ethan shared.
“Pharmaceuticals.”
Gene was at a red light.
“So we have a drug case, and a suspect who has ties to a pharmaceutical tycoon?”
He nodded.
“We should probably call Gabe and ask what the men spilled when they were being questioned or wait until we talk to him. I’m sure he’ll update us.”
That was a good idea.
“I don’t like how evasive Harrison was and I certainly don’t like the drug angle,” Gene admitted. “Are we grasping at straws and maybe Harrison is just a gold digger.”
Ethan shrugged.
“Maybe. It could be that he just likes older men. I do,” he joked, busting Gene’s ass.
“EJ! I’m ninety-two days older than you. You’re not a spring chicken either.”
He snorted.
It was all kinds of amusing since they were both young. Thirty wasn’t old by any means.
“I know, but I’m living my older-man fantasy. Let me have this,” he stated. “My older man is hot. Want to play professor and student later?”
Well, who was he to ruin a good fantasy? He had one about Ethan on the reservation in some buckskins and shirtless.
Sue him.
Only, before Gene could say anything, his phone rang, and he answered.
“Cantrell.”
The voice on the phone wasANGRY.
“Agent Cantrell, can you explain to me why you’re harassing people who donate to the police commissioner’s fund?” he asked.
Gene rolled his eyes.
“I’m sorry, who is this?” he asked.
There was an angry sputtering.
“This is Commissioner Drake Herman. I’m the person fielding calls from donors regarding blatant disrespect at their homes on a Sunday!”
He was curious, but deep down, he already knew who this was going to be about.
“Who is the donor?” he asked, putting it on speaker so his partner could hear it.
The man didn’t hesitate.
“Stafford Townsend III. He funds our Black and Blue Ball, and he donated new horses for the mounted police. Why is he calling and yelling at me that if I don’t wrangle two FBI agents, who are harassing his fiancé, he’s done donating?”
Gene didn’t like this call.
Why?
