Page 413 of Sticks and Stones
“We just caught three more victims. It looks like the killer is dumping and running. Only, he’s getting spicy. We found a packet of Snow, or what we think is Snow. We also found the balloon. The ME suggested it was shit out of him.”
Greyson was confused.
“How is that possible? You told me the steps were pick up the drugs, pick up the victims, fuck them, and then fill them. The CIA has the bikers. Did we miss someone?”
No, they were betting not.
“Ethan and I saw the ballon with shit on it, and none of the victims look to have defecated.”
“So a setup?”
“Yes. Someone is trying to mess with us or redirect us. We need to hit the bar in a bit to see if Cash Masters is there, or on the run.”
Greyson didn’t mind.
“I’m assuming we’re going in with badges not leather pants and vests?”
He laughed.
“Yeah, it’s too damn cold for chaps,” he joked. “Where can you meet us?”
Greyson wanted to talk to them about Sasha, but not over the phone.
In person.
“Let’s meet at the café that’s four blocks fromBull’s,” he suggested. “Then, we can head in. How many people do you want as backup?”
Gene wanted to go in with a few but not too many. They didn’t want to draw attention.
“Ten max. We’ll go in, but we might need people for transport,” he admitted.
Greyson could do that.
“See you there in a few,” he admitted. “Oh, and be ready to have your mind blown,” he offered, right before hanging up.
Gene stared at the phone.
“I’d rather just get blown. Why does it always have to be my mind in this city?”
Ethan laughed.
That was anyone’s guess.
As they moved back toward the parking lot, Gene was looking at the reporters, and he was going to take an educated guess.
“How much do you want to bet that the person who is behind this just tossed us to the media wolves to keep us busy?” he asked. “If he’s willing to use a balloon of drugs and someone’s shit, this isn’t a stretch.”
No, it wasn’t.
Blackhawk laughed.
“I’m not taking that bet. This killer is intelligent, and he’s likely thinking we’re not. That balloon is going to bite him in the ass. As for the media, I’m one hundred percent sure that we were just tossed to the wolves.The City of Brotherly Lovemy ass,” he said.
Yeah, he could say that again.
Phillyhad zero love.
For them.
