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For the non-alcoholics, it was only noon there, and way too early to drink.
“Agents, come in. I’ve been expecting you. I know why you’re here,” he admitted as they walked in.
Honestly, his words caught them off guard. Normally, people hated talking to them, and they absolutely didn’t admit to anything before they asked questions.
Color him curious.
“You do?” Gene asked.
He smiled wickedly at Ethan, winking at him.
“Yes, you suspect I’m behind the deaths of three college students who received scholarships from us. Let’s just say that word travels in our community.”
Uh, that was…off.
Who gave him the heads-up?
How the hell did he know that?
And what freaking community was he talking about?
Jesus.
H.
Christ.
So much for having the upper hand on this one.
It was what he said next that befuddled the fuck out of both Ethan and Gene.
“Only, I didn’t kill them,” he admitted. “I liked each of them a great deal. Oh, and I slept with them.”
Well, holy shit.
This took a turn.
This might be the first time a suspect came cleanBEFOREthey asked any questions.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The FBI Building
Greyson Croft’s Office
Noon
The last thing Greyson wanted to do on a Sunday was come into work, but he knew that if he worked today, as soon as Ethan and Gene closed this case, he could take a weekday off to make up for all the hours he’d put in.
That was his priority since he was trying to evade Sasha. Last night, as he was watching Corbin, she’d texted him a few times.
And he’d not answered.
In her case, it was best if he kept his distance until he could get to the bottom of the situation.
And he would.
Because he was hellbent on figuring it out.
