Chapter 17
Sam circled Skip Foley's desk impatiently. He looked up from his phone conversation and signaled that he would be another minute. Skip had been the print technician at Headquarters for the past fifteen years. During his first month on the force, he had tried to break up a fight in a local bar, only to take a bullet in the leg. It shattered his knee cap and left one leg two inches shy of the other. He refused to go on disability. Instead, he trained with the FBI and became one of the best print technicians in the state.
Skip hung up the phone and swiveled his chair around to the computer. Jake and Frank leaned over his shoulder. Sam continued to pace.
"It's a positive match?" Sam asked.
"Absolutely." Skip punched the keys on the computer and pointed to the screen. "Who's the primary?"
Frank jerked a thumb toward Jake. "He always gets the good ones."
"No. I always get the unsolvable ones."
"No case is unsolvable," Sam said simply.
"Military records?" Frank asked eyeing the report coming off of the printer.
Sam ripped off the printout. "Harvey Wilson, born July 10, 1930, in Huntsville, Alabama. African American. Father, James, a postal worker. Mother, Ruby, a homemaker. Let's see," she ran her eyes down the form, "joined the Army out of high school, stationed in Hawaii."
"Not a bad assignment," Skip commented.
"He was part of the Twenty-fifth Infantry Division dispatched to Korea in June of 1951," Sam continued. "Last assignment was to delay the advance of North Korean troops in Mushima Valley." Sam read the rest in silence, then looked up. "He was reported AWOL August 13, 1951."
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