“You really think there are more bodies in them?” Jackson questioned.
She wouldn’t have thought that there were any bodies in the walls, but that certainly hadn’t turned out to be the case.
“You think there aren’t?” Brianna countered.
“Sounds a little unbelievable, don’t you think?” Jackson asked, getting out of the way as another gurney with a body bag was being wheeled out.
“I think finding a single body buried inside a hotel wall is unbelievable, but according to what I’ve been told, they’ve uncovered six,” Brianna answered.
“Seven,” Sean called out.
Brianna and Jackson both turned in the man’s direction.
“Seven?” Brianna asked, stunned.
Sean nodded. “Destiny just told me that the team pulled out another body,” he replied, referring to his top CSI investigator, his son Logan’s wife.
Brianna closed her eyes for a moment, trying to absorb the information and ignore the effect the discovery was having on her stomach.
What kind of a monster had they just stumbled across? And, more important, was that monster still walking among them, or was this the work of someone who had vanished?
Best-case scenario was that the killer was dead. But what if the killer wasn’t dead and hadn’t vanished? What if the killer had just moved his desire to kill to another location?
“You okay?” Jackson asked. He saw his new partner shiver. It definitely wasn’t cold in the room, despite the fact that there was one wall missing.
“I will be,” Brianna answered with zeal. “Once we find the SOB responsible for this.”
Chapter 2
Jackson silently agreed with the detective he had been temporarily partnered with. “Then I guess we’d better get started,” he told Brianna.
Nodding, she turned toward Francisco Del Campo. Transferred to homicide a little over six months ago, the personable detective was still learning the ropes and had no problem taking orders from a woman.
“What would you like me to do?” Del Campo asked.
“Find out exactly when the hotel closed its doors and see if you can get your hands on the hotel’s guest ledger up to that point,” Brianna said. She felt that at least it was a start.
Del Campo furrowed his brow. “How far back do you want to go?”
“Since we don’t know how many bodies are in the walls and how long they’ve been there, why don’t you see how far back you can go,” Jackson told the younger man.
Rather than getting right on it, Del Campo shifted his eyes toward Brianna, waiting for her confirmation. He knew Brianna. He didn’t know Jackson.
She nodded. “What he said,” she told Del Campo, hoping that, at least for the time being, they could all work harmoniously. “I also want you to get all the construction workers’ names. We’ll need to question them if they saw anything unusual. Right now, we don’t know where those bodies came from or who put them there.”
“You got it.” Del Campo was already on his way out of the partially gutted dining room.
The moment Del Campo left, Jackson turned toward the woman on his left. “You know, this is going to go a lot easier if I don’t need your stamp of approval every time I say something.”
Brianna smiled at the major crimes detective. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
Jackson pressed his lips together and kept his comment to himself.
They made their way out of the hotel, weaving around various members of the police department and crime scene investigators. Once outside, Brianna paused for a moment and took a deep breath.
The air smelled sweeter away from the combined odors of death and dust. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Jackson looking at her. “You want to drive?” she asked as she started to walk again.
“You don’t want to arm wrestle for it?” he asked, feigning surprise.
“Normally I’d consider it,” she deadpanned. “But Del Campo and I came here together, and he’s going to need a way to get back to the precinct.”
“So I get to do the honors by default, is that it?” Jackson guessed.
She’d started walking toward where she assumed Jackson had left his unmarked vehicle but she stopped now. The man definitely had a chip on his shoulder. She didn’t remember him being this way the last time they’d worked together.
“Look, if you’re going to want to debate every single move, this case is going to go a lot slower than either one of us—or the chief of Ds—is going to be happy about,” she told him. And then, getting into the car, she got down to the real question. “Do you have a problem working with me this time, Muldare?”
She wasn’t the one responsible for his mood. That had been set in motion before he’d got the call to come out here. Jackson knew he shouldn’t be taking it out on her or subjecting her to any fallout.
“No,” Jackson answered. And then he tagged on a word he hoped would cover the situation. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Brianna said. “Just don’t do it.” And then she got down to the business at hand. “If we’re going to be delivering bad news to one of Aurora’s three leading citizens, we need to present a united front. Otherwise Winston Aurora might get the idea we’re accusing him of being responsible for these bodies.”
“What if he is?” Jackson asked.
That was a giant leap, but it still could be true, she thought.
“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it—and brace ourselves for all hell breaking loose just for asking.” She glanced at him as she buckled up. “What are your thoughts on this?”
Jackson shrugged, buckling up himself. “Don’t have any.”
“None?” she questioned incredulously. That didn’t seem possible—or logical.
“Nope,” he said as casually as if he was deciding how many eggs he wanted for breakfast. “That might taint my view of the case and interfere with the way I investigate it.”
Listening to him, Brianna could only shake her head. “You are a strange bird, Jackson Muldare.”
He laughed drily. “So I’ve been
