Operation Zulu Redemption: Out of Nowhere - Part 2 by Ronie Kendig

Author:Ronie Kendig [Kendig, Ronie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Barbour Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2014-07-25T00:00:00+00:00

Sam

Manson, Washington

28 May – 1230 Hours

The familiar and oddly familial smell of the Green Dot brought Sam a measure of comfort as he held the door for a family of four exiting with their food. Sam gave a nod to Jeff before sliding into a seat at a table opposite Lowen Miles.

Sun glinted through the thin blinds, forcing Sam to adjust them.

“What’d you find?” Lowen asked in a hushed voice, his tone giddy.

“Wounded women.” Sam rapped his knuckles against the table. “The one in Amish country is from there—lived with her grandmother. Was dating—”

“They don’t date. They court.”

“Whatever.” Sam scratched the back of his head. “The girl in the hospital outside DC has a twenty-four-hour private guard. I can’t get in there.”

“But Otto can,” Lowen said.

The guy’s slick smile made Sam want to punch him.

A sandwich tray slid across the table and stopped in front of Sam as Jeff joined them. “Back from your hunt?”

“Obviously.”

Jeff eyed him. “By your attitude, it didn’t go so well.”

“Waste of time,” Sam said.

“But both women were wounded the same day.”

“And two kids contracted measles in LA on the same day and ended up in the hospital. Doesn’t mean they’re connected.” Sam felt himself leaning forward, invading Lowen’s space. “It’s called a coincidence.”

“Then why would someone tip us off, give us their names?”

“To divert attention.” Jeff shrugged. “Sorry, I tried to warn you—”

Sam pounded the table with his fist. “I’m sick of this. I want answers. I want to know where she is.”

“What if she doesn’t want to be found?”

“I need her to tell me that.”

“No,” Lowen said. “I think we’re still missing something.”

“Yeah. Kinda figured that out, genius,” Sam said.

Light swung into the Green Dot as the door flung open. A man stumbled in, hair askew, shirt inside out, and papers clutched to his chest.

“Otto?” Sam was halfway to his feet when his cyber-genius friend spotted him and scurried toward them.

“You’re not going to believe this.” Otto dropped the wad of papers onto the table. “You told me to look into those ladies, right?”

Sam’s pulse thumped in anticipation. This could be it. “Yeah. . .?”

“Well, I did.” He scrambled to dig through the pile he’d just dumped. He snatched up one then two, then a third. He laid them out.

Though Sam’s irritation was high, he looked at the three. “Dossiers?” he asked, noting the picture, the vital statistics. . . .

“Of a sort. I mean, I put them together. They aren’t official records. If you go to Las Vegas, Alaska, or the Caribbean, you won’t find these documents. I just thought—”

“Otto,” Lowen snapped.

“Right. Well, check them out. Closely.”

Sam, Jeff, and Lowen each took one. Sam had chosen the girl in Las Vegas—Jamie Hendricks. Saw her birth date, her school records. Medical records.

“What’s your point?” Jeff asked as he swapped dossiers with Sam. “I’m not seeing anything.”

“Exactly,” Otto said. “Their history is perfect. Too perfect, especially for someone who ended up on the street doing drugs.”

Squeezing into a chair, Otto hoisted a tablet onto the table and slid it over to Sam.

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