by Alton Reich
> "Who identified the body," Leo asked.
> "I did," Vanessa said haltingly. "It was an explosion. There wasn't > much to identify." She shook her head. "They told me it was him. > I guess I assumed they were right."
> "Which is exactly how someone wanted it," Martin said.
> "Be interesting to know exactly who it was who was buried in > Chris's grave," Leo commented. "Might give us a line on who > arranged the whole thing."
> Jordan thought about it for a moment and nodded. "It might. It's a > place to start anyway."
Jordan thought for a moment, "You and Zenya get started on it. Let me know if you find anything."
"Will do," Leo said and he and Zenya headed for the door.
Jordan watched Leo and Zenya walk out of the office together. Their task was arguably gruesome, they were going to exhume a body, but they looked like they were planning to enjoy themselves. For a moment, Jordan wondered if something might be going on.
> He turned to Vanessa. "Can you tell > where those pictures were taken from? Maybe someone left a clue > behind for us."
Vanessa picked up the pictures and looked through them again. "It looks like they were taken from the building across the street. Maybe a couple of floors above from the angle."
"It's a place to start," Jordan said, "Vanessa and I will check out the building."
"What do you want me to do," Martin replied.
"I want you to look into the cabin."
"But we have no idea where it was," Vanessa pointed out.
"Maybe," Jordan said, "but I bet I know who owned it."
"The Crosses," Martin said with a slight grin.
Jordan nodded, "See if you can find out if they or any of their companies own a cabin in the woods that would fit the description."
"I'll see what I can find."
"Good. We'll be in touch later."
***
Jordan and Vanessa left the Hoover building and walked to the parking lot. They wokred their way across between the cars toward Jordan's. A car door slammed behind them and a woman called out, "Agent Stern!"
Both agents turned around and saw Rebecca Cross walking toward them. Vanessa reached down and drew her gun, aiming in one fluid motion.
"Rebecca," Jordan said flatly as the woman approached more slowly.
"I'm not Rebecca," she said, "My name is Ann Cross."
NRPG:
Sau Woon: Well, what do you think she has to say.
Krister: Property records for the Crosses should keep Martin busy.
All: I want to appologize for the lack of posting. My wife had a crazy semester and I was a little short on creativity. It should be better for a few months.