By midafternoon Blade’s phone rang and the room immediately went silent.
He answer and nobody spoke while he listened.
The conversation lasted less than two minutes and then hung up and somehow looked even more concerned.
“What?” Brax asked and Blade looked around the room.
“The investigator recognized him.” Blade said.
“Who is he?” I asked.
“A formal federal contractor.” Blade said exhaling slowly.
“A what?” Casey asked.
“A federal contractor.” Blade repeated.
Nobody looked happy. Especially me. Because federal contractors sounded much worse than random strangers.
“What was he doing around children?” Heath asked and Blade shook his head.
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out.” Blade said.
I stared at the photo again. A federal contractor. The words felt worse.
No
