A Containable Incident by Sargent M. H

Author:Sargent, M. H. [Sargent, M. H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Amazon: B00I3LE702
Goodreads: 20652355
Publisher: Salt Castle Publications
Published: 2014-01-27T08:00:00+00:00

Ashgabat, Turkmenistan

“What are you two doing?” Heisman asked as he came into Tatiana’s room. He took a seat in the only chair, glancing at their patient. She was asleep.

Peterson looked up from his MacBook. He was seated on the floor, his back against the wall, the computer in his lap. Jemile was right next to him, looking at the computer. “Trying to find who the guy is…” He shrugged. “You know, the guy that died.”

Heisman then noticed Jemile was holding a cell phone in her hand. “Whose phone is that? MNB guy’s?”

Peterson shook his head, studying his monitor. “The guy that died, his phone is password protected. Can’t even unlock it. Got his name, from a driver’s license in his wallet, but I didn’t find anything with that name.” He glanced up at Heisman. “I mean, anything. Like, he didn’t even exist.”

“Maybe not use real name,” Jemile suggested. She, too, looked at Heisman. “He bad man. He kill people. So maybe not use his real name.”

“Possible, yeah.” Heisman agreed.

The trace of a smile appeared on Jemile’s face, clearly pleased with Heisman’s response. Peterson nodded at her. Maybe she was right. All he knew was that after they had successfully escaped from Lidiya’s apartment complex, it was like a switch had turned on in Jemile. She was more buoyant. Happy, even. As if the second take down of the man who had beaten her had suddenly lifted her spirits. She had twice asked Lidiya if she thought the man would have terrible injuries. Lidiya had been evasive. Gonz had then chipped in that he’d need his ear stitched at the very least. And as for his plumbing, who knows? Everything down there would hurt for a long time. Jemile had laughed with delight.

Then, when they had returned to the safe house, McKay reported that Tatiana had woken up and talked for a bit. Of course, with both Jemile and Lidiya gone, it wasn’t exactly a two-way conversation. But her vitals were better. McKay was confident she had turned the corner. The IVs were working. Right now, Tatiana was asleep again. Jemile, her arm still in the sling, had gone immediately into the bedroom where she remained, watchful. As for Peterson, Heisman had a hunch he was only here because he liked Jemile. He couldn’t really blame Peterson. She was a looker.

“So how are you trying to find out who he is if the name was a bust?” Heisman asked.

“Face Trace,” Peterson replied, referring to the name of the CIA’s original facial recognition software developed years ago. Even though the technology had evolved greatly since the eighties, Face Trace was a lot easier to remember than the most current version which consisted of a long acronym. “The phone that the MNB guy had isn’t password protected. Found a text with a photo of the dead guy.”

“Good enough to use?”

“Head shot. Should work.” Peterson typed on the keyboard.

Jemile suddenly reached out and put a hand on Peterson’s arm. “Wait. Wait.” She looked to Heisman, and then back to Peterson, concern etched on her face.

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