He reached for it and answered the call. “Holloway.” “Chief! We got something!” It was Paul Janko. Jason’s body stiffened. “What?” “Feds found something when they were searching the lab again. Found a lab coat with blood on it stuffed into the ceiling in one of the labs.” “Jesus Christ.” Jason surged to his feet, as if a gallon of adrenaline had been drop-loaded into his veins. “I’ll be there in five.” He cursed again in his mind as he washed up, grabbed keys and bolted out of the house. A bloody lab coat. In a way, finally finding something was almost a relief, but shit, even though he’d accepted that Debarros hadn’t simply run away, he’d still had a faint hope somewhere in the recesses of his mind that it wasn’t going to go down like this. This was bad. So damn bad. An hour later, news of the find had already leaked to the press. “We’re not confirming it,” Jason ordered the team.
