Free Redemption is Here (An FBI/Romance Thriller Book 9) by Morgan Kelley

here. Besides, I’m his boss, so you can answer the question for me.”
    He looked over at the man. “Is she?”
    Callen grinned. “Yeah, she’s my boss.” In more ways than one, but he kept that to himself.
    It was good enough for him. The Native began spilling his guts, “My name is Bruno Whitefeather. I found the bodies and dug them up.”
    First, Elizabeth pointed at Merry, and then her lab kit. “You also get to donate your DNA and fingerprints, Mr. Whitefeather. Since you were in the hole, there’s a good possibility that you left trace behind. Well, unless you’re the killer. If we find your trace beneath the wrappings, you’re screwed. If that’s the case, then you may want to start running now. I’ll give you a head start.”
    He stared at her like she was crazy.
    Callen tried not to laugh, but it was hard. In a matter of seconds, the chaos had slowed down.
    God! He loved her.
    The man hustled away, followed by the three others who were obviously scared shitless.
    “You,” she pointed at the woman. “Who the hell are you?”
    “I’m Doctor Jaxon Armstrong,” she said, walking toward her with her hand out.
    Yeah, that wasn’t going to fly. “You’re the pain in his ass who wanted in the holes?”
    It caught her off guard when the woman dismissed her greeting. “Uh, yeah?”
    “Well, let me give you a quick lesson. This is the FBI, not some scavenger hunt in a third world nation. Before you tell me how many bodies you’ve dug up, let me tell you how many I've pulled from the ground. Let’s just round it off at thousands. We don’t touch the body until the ME gives his okay. Now, if they came up as bones, you’d get first crack at it. When they’re fleshy, it’s all Doctor Legend. What I need you to do now is repeat that, memorize it, and live it from here on out.”
    Jax glanced over her shoulder at the two men. One of them immediately caught her attention.
    Elizabeth noticed her gaze had settled on Doctor Magnus. “No, the ME is the Native wearing the hazmat suit. The other gentleman is my beloved anthropologist. He’s going to be babysitting you today. So, if you have a question, ask him. Again, keep your hands off the mummies until the ME gives you the okay, or it’ll be your hands they dig up next.”
    She stared at her openmouthed. “Are you really in charge of this scene?” she asked, befuddled. In all her life, she’d never met anyone like her. Before she spoke, the pixie cut and bright blue eyes were deceiving. The woman looked like some model. Once she spoke, she reminded her more of a pissed off drill sergeant.
    Elizabeth noticed she looked offended. Yeah, she had a newsflash for the newbie.
    This was only the beginning.
    “Go! Get to work.”
    Callen moved to her side to give her a fist bump. “You’re definitely my badass angel. I would be completely lost without you. How you strolled in here and handled this makes me all hot and bothered.”
    She winked at him. Digging a bottle of Tylenol out of her bag, she dumped a few in his hand. “Here you go, handsome. Bottoms up.”
    “Bless you.”
    “Director,” called Doctor Legend. “Can you tell me more about the scene? It’s obvious that the bodies have been moved,” he stated.
    Callen broke it down for him, telling the ME all about what he was told. From the looks of it, the man wasn’t happy.
    Tony let his field partner get to work. Glancing over at the redhead, he tried not to stare. She had the prettiest blue eyes he’d ever seen in his entire life. “Doctor Armstrong, why don’t we go get suited up? Then, we can assist the ME when he needs us,” he suggested, trying to get her out of Elizabeth’s line of sight. It was only a matter of time before someone got angry. While they were accustomed to the boss, newbies weren’t. The Blackhawks liked their scenes run a certain way, and it would take time to get the new doctor up to speed.
    The woman followed him. When they were out of ear shot, she finally spoke,