Trying to look as if I’d been doing a reconnaissance of the surrounding area instead of hiking my way in, I angled to meet Glenn. He looked frustrated. The FIB was probably being pushed out of the investigation. I knew how bad that felt but had little sympathy, since he’d been the one pushing me out last time.

I took off my sunglasses as I stepped under the shade of the massive tree, tucking them to hang from the waistband of my shorts. “What’s the matter, Glenn?” I said in greeting when he took my elbow and led me to an abandoned FIB cruiser. “Won’t that nasty-wasty vampire let you play in the sandbox?”

“Thanks for coming out, Rachel,” he grumbled. “Where’s Jenks?”

“Around,” I said, and he sourly gave me my temp tag. I pinned it on before I leaned against the FIB cruiser, crossed my arms over my stomach, and waited for the good news.

Running a hand across his smooth chin, Glenn sighed, turning so he could see me and the crime scene both. His dark eyes were tired, and there were faint worry lines at the corners, making him seem older than he was. His trim stature looked powerful even beside Denon, and his military background mixed well with his suit and loosened tie. Glenn had come a long way in a year as far as understanding Inderlanders, and while I knew he respected Denon’s position, he didn’t respect the man. He didn’t mind telegraphing that either, which might be a problem. I had two big men with something to prove at a crime scene. Lucky me.

“How did you get out here?” he asked softly, his eyes envious as the I.S. collected their data. “I sent a car for you, but you’d left.”

I put my arms to my side and fidgeted. Glenn slowly turned. “You drove?” he accused, and I flushed. “You promised me you wouldn’t.”

“No I didn’t. I only said I wouldn’t, not promised. I didn’t know you were sending a car. And they don’t have a bus run to the cemetery. There aren’t enough pickups to warrant it.”

He snorted, and both our postures eased. Glenn’s weary gaze went to the body at the foot of the cedars, and I crossed my arms over my chest again. “You want to bull your way in there or wait until after they contaminate everything?” I asked.

Glenn rocked into motion, and I followed. “It’s too late,” he said. “I was waiting for you. Seeing as he’s an Inderlander, I’m only going to get one look at him unless I can link him hard and fast to the murder of Mr. Ray’s secretary.”