He was a trained investigator. Yet he’d never investigated the one case that

meant more to him than any he would ever confront. Even more than his brother

being in prison.

 

Yet he had done nothing. Just let the time slip past.

 

He put the envelope back in his duffel and zippered it up, securing the fastener

with a CID lock.

 

He pondered whether to call his brother.

 

But Bobby would probably just try to be logical and thus disdainful of every

emotion his younger brother was feeling.

 

He didn’t need logic or disdain right now.

 

He just needed someone to talk to about this who could see it from a side of

life that had nothing to do with practicality and common sense.

 

He looked at his watch.

 

Hopefully he would have a lead on Father Rooney by the time he left and drove

back to Fort Monroe.

 

He locked his room up and headed to his car.