Page 428 of Sticks and Stones
“He wasted our time, and made us sit there, so we headed out to the scene, blowing him off. Before him, we played games with Julian Mercer. The man’s a creep.”
Greyson lifted a brow.
“Define‘creep’,” he said. “That’s a pretty broad term in our world.”
That it was.
They told him all about how he came to the door and willingly brought up that he was having sex with the victims. Then, how he slept with everyone he could.
Greyson was confused.
“How did he know you guys were heading there?” he asked.
They both shrugged, and Gene took a stab at it.
“The only thing I can think to tie them together is Stafford Townsend. They’re both uber-rich. Maybe he moves in the same circles. Other than that, no freaking clue. We heard he has fingers everywhere though, so who knows,” Gene admitted.
Greyson didn’t like that.
“Neither rich dude panned out. We only have a few suspects, and we’re chasing our tails trying to find a white Benz. None of them own one—that we can confirm. You know that the rich can hide that under businesses. We’ll never find it.”
Greyson didn’t like this.
“What are the chances we’re going to get our asses handed to us with this?”
Ethan didn’t even bother doing the math.
“When don’t we?” he asked. “What I do know is Julian Mercer is going to be problematic. He’s a sociopath, and he’s definitely intrigued by attention.”
No one wanted that.
“So unless we get something from Cash Masters, or we show there and he’s disappeared, we’re SOL,” Gene admitted.
BeingSHIT OUT OF LUCKwas pretty much an obstacle they always faced.
Before he could say anything else, Gene cleared his throat.
“Heads-up. Two cops are heading our way,” he said, taking a sip of his soda so they didn’t see his mouth.
When Gene glanced over, he recognized the men.
It was Detective Kip Rivet, and his partner, Detective Payton Eastcott.
Oh, this was interesting.
There was no freaking way they happened to cross paths. This smelled like the commissioner, or Oliver Guy.
“Hey,” Kip said. “We stopped in for lunch, and saw you guys here,” he said.
Gene stared at him.
Bullshit.
“Yeah, well, we’re getting lunch. Even Feds have to eat,” he said, as they parked it at the table next to them.
The one cop was curious.
“How’s Corbin doing?” Kip asked.
