Well, he’d been right.
“Yowza. He was tortured by pros,” he said. “They wanted something. He’s fileted apart.”
Well, no shock there.
“They were probably looking for that key to the crypto piggy bank,” he whispered.
Probably.
The two of them moved around.
“We found a picture on the wall, it’s of a bunch of Marines and soldiers,” she said. “They are all standing in front of an Apache,” she added.
Maura was curious.
“Put on your camera so we can transmit back to Merry for ID.”
She did.
When she saw it, there were Marines and soldiers in black paint, all posing for a picture.
“Do we have any names?” she asked.
With gloves on, she opened the frame, and slipped the picture out.
“On the back, there are names.”
She held it up in front of the camera on her vest, and they were all seeing it.
Willy
Trent
Ty
Hemmingway
Dan
Anderson
Franklin
Billy
Clint
Charlie
Richard
Thomas
As she held the picture, Maura’s voice came over the com.
“Bring it with you, I know we can’t see their faces because of the black grease paint, but maybe Merry can do her computer voodoo and make that possible.”
They all heard Merry.