Free Slay Bells Ring (An FBI Romance Thriller Book 12) by Morgan Kelley

Callen offered.
    They both stared at him.
    Before Elizabeth could remind either man they’d all been abducted at least once, one of the techs stuck their heads in the door.
    “Bosses, we have company. The sheriff just rolled up. It looks like the airport alerted them to our arrival. He’s got a puss on his face. It’s the one that we normally get.”
    Great.
    Just what they needed.
    The last thing they wanted to worry about was the local law trying to impede this mess.
    When the men went to pull on their coats, she stopped them. “No, let them come to us. We’re standing our ground.”
    They all did what she asked.
    Elizabeth waited for them to cross the small area and onto the porch. She stood inside, arms crossed, badge clearly visible as it sat beside her Glock.
    “Who’s in charge here?” asked the older man, glancing from man to man.
    It pissed her off when he totally ignored her. Of course she couldn’t be the boss. She had ovaries and not testicles.
    Elizabeth and Ethan both raised their hands.
    “We are,” she stated.
    He walked in, ignoring everyone else. “My name is Sheriff Lester O’Neil, and I have to say I’m curious why you’re here. It’s not often that the FBI rolls in, and usually they announce themselves well before hand.”
    This wasn’t Elizabeth’s first day on the job. She’d eaten plenty of sheriffs for breakfast, and to add to that, she was hormonal. Someone was in trouble if they thought they could screw with her and the team.
    “Care to explain?” Sheriff O’Neil asked.
    “My name is Director Elizabeth Whitefox-Blackhawk. My partners and I are here working a case.”
    “Again, we didn't get notification. Your policy is to ask the local law if you can come in and run an investigation. As far as I’m aware, there’s no case going on.”
    Oh, he wanted to play it that way?
    It was on.
    Elizabeth shrugged. “I’m sorry, but aren’t we on Native land?” she asked, playing the game.
    Callen nodded. “Yes, we are.”
    He didn't look happy. It looked like they shut him down, and fast.
    “I do believe that reservations, or crimes on them, are not yours, but our jurisdiction.”
    The man lifted a brow. “What kind of crime are we talking about?”
    Elizabeth whistled. Chris and Tony trotted across the snow carrying the two boxes.
    “We had this delivered to our team. Director Whitefox was here working, and someone called me out. They want my attention.”
    Chris placed the boxes on the floor. The heads were sitting inside plastic, and he knew that would keep them from oozing onto the carpet floor.
    “Here you go, boss,” he offered.
    She took a pair of gloves that he handed her and crouched down beside the box. “We have a pair of heads.”
    When she took the lid off, the man looked sick. It was apparent no one had ever mailed him body parts before.
    Well, lucky him.
    He started gagging, along with the three deputies he’d brought along.
    “So, as you can see, Sheriff, we’re trying to find the rest of them or would you like us to hand this off? You and your deputies can play scavenger hunt out there in the snow. I’m sure that’ll liven up your day. Oh, but watch out for the Natives. They don’t like white men wandering around with guns in the woods.”
    He look mortified at the suggestion and the contents of the box. “Uh, no. We were just alerted you were on the ground, and we wanted to offer our services.”
    My, my, my how the tune had suddenly changed.
    Elizabeth wasn’t done with the man. He rolled up and tried to start a pissing match with the FBI. That was never a good idea. She wanted to leave a lasting impression.
    Gently, Elizabeth reached into the box to lift out the head. It was a man.
    He looked like shit.
    Someone had definitely abused him before he was dead.
    Chris watched silently. Normally, he wouldn’t let anyone touch the remains, but Elizabeth was setting the boundaries as she showed the sheriff that they weren’t to be screwed with.
    It