Page 495 of Chaos has a Name
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
Tony sighed.
“Here to gloat?” he asked.
The man cut him a break.
“No, Anthony. I don’t gloat. We’ve worked together long enough that you should know that. I’m here to make sure that you get the job done. Benjamin didn’t run the right tests on the blood. It looks as if the testing accidentally got switched.”
Tony sighed.
“I get it. No music.”
Chris patted his arm.
“By doing the right test, Elizabeth has another avenue to follow. That’s all that matters. We want her safe, right?”
He nodded.
“Now, tell me what you found.”
He held the big, fat carved whistle in his hand, and told Chris what he’d found.
“The DNA doesn’t match the other two.”
Chris wasn’t sure what he was saying.
“You were able to get bone DNA? Was there viable samples left?”
He shook his head.
“No, when I swabbed by the blowhole. It’s not matching the other two samples from the bone whistle found at the camping ground.”
Immediately, Chris was nervous.
Had the new techs dropped the ball on that too?
“We need to rerun it.”
Tony was curious.
“What do you think we did wrong?” he asked. “Or do we have a third person?”
He wasn’t sure.
Honestly, that wasn’t for him to say.
“It could be either of those options, Tony. We need to figure this out. Rerun it. We’ll rerun the other two also in case Benjamin didn’t do it right.”
God.
Know who would have?
Chrissy.
“Just get it done,” Chris said, knowing if they kept dropping the ball, Elizabeth would be behind the eight ball on this one.
And no one wanted that.
