heard it was bloody.”
Foster’s brows winged upward. “How the hell did you hear that?”
“You remember Michael, my great-grandfather? He stopped by the place last night.”
Foster glared at him. “Stop right there. What was he doing at a crime scene?”
“He was checking out the new exhibit. A few odd things have been occurring.”
Foster shook his head and wagged his finger in Brett’s face. “No! No, we’re not going there.”
“Sir, I’m not saying anything supernatural is going on. We had a canopic jar in my closet, and Michael seems to think it was making noises, that’s all. Nothing abnormal.”
“A what jar?” Foster stood, running a hand through his short crew cut. “What the hell is a canopic jar?”
Brett inwardly groaned. “From what I can gather, when people were mummified, body organs were stored in little jars. The one I have was for the stomach.”
Foster noticeably jerked as his face wrinkled in what looked like disgust. Brett rushed to continue. “I took the jar to the Art Center to be examined. Nothing more than that. I don’t have any reason to believe that we have another supernatural killer in town.”
Foster jerked forward. “There better not be any supernatural killers running around Des Moines. For God’s sakes, O’Shea, what is it with you and this weird shit?”
Brett stood straight, unmoving. How was he supposed to respond to that? It’s not like he requested these unique challenges to come to him or prayed for hocus-pocus shit to happen. He believed in heaven and hell like most people. He was just a cop who was trying to protect the citizens and put the bad guys away.
“I don’t know, sir. Believe me, if I had a choice, none of those weird cases would have happened.”
Foster marched to his desk. “Hmmm. Well, Anders has assigned you to the murder case.” In a low voice, he warned, “Details of the coroner’s report is highly confidential. I want you to keep it quiet. Got it?”
Brett nodded, wondering what was going on. He’d always kept details of a case under wraps. Why is Foster warning me about this case?
Forster slapped a folder on his desk. “I’m putting Donnellson with you. You can let him know since I’m in training for the rest of the day and I’m already late.”
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