Remembering
Ezra
finished his glass of milk, washed out the empty glass and retrieved his
suitcases from where he had left them beside the door. His mind still whirling, Ezra lugged the bags
into his bedroom and started to unpack.
As he shook out and refolded the clothing, he considered the last member
of the team he knew about.
Josiah
Sanchez he actually knew slightly, having worked with the man one a long time
ago. The man was the son of a clergy man
with a Ph.D. in cultural anthropology. The
FBI considered Sanchez’s methods of profiling too extreme, but he was far more
accurate than those that used the approved methods endorsed by the law
enforcement community.
He had seemed
like a good man, but Ezra knew he had requested a look at the files after
everything went to hell on the Crittendon case. Since the man had never attempted to get a
hold of Ezra, he figured the man had come away with a bad taste in his
mouth. Sanchez might be a good profiler,
but he tended to rely too much on his observations and secondary source
data. While it was gratifying that he
had taken the time to actually look at the file, Ezra doubted he had looked beyond
the surface of what was in it.
Having
completed reviewing what he knew of the team, Ezra shifted to the worrisome
holes that were left. There were two
members of the team he still had no name or face for, and Mr. Larabee still had
information that Ezra couldn’t figure out where he had gotten it.
If he had
had to make a guess, Ezra would have put his money on Vin Tanner having
contacted Mr’ Larabee. It was both more likely,
considering their location, and the best case scenario in Ezra’s
mind. Though in his experience, most of
the time the best-case-scenario wasn’t what happened.
Vin Tanner
had only been out of the Army about six months when they first met. Ezra had been undercover with a biker gang
when Vin had accidentally ambled into a meet. Ezra’s quick thinking had saved Vin’s life, and Vin had later returned the favor when the
bust went down.
Ezra didn’t
know why they had been come friends so easily.
Maybe because they had both recognized a little of themselves in the
other. Whatever the
reason, then had gotten to know each other fairly well over the years. Of the maybe half dozen people that had
access to the information the Mr. Larabee had been privy to, he truly hoped it
was Vin that he had talked too. If it was that would give this whole mess at
least one redeeming feature.
It didn’t
bear thinking about if it had been someone else.
Finishing
his unpacking, Ezra placed the requested call to his new boss and informed him
that he was in town and would be present in the morning for work.
Keeping the
call short, Ezra contemplated what he should do next. Not coming up with anything, he decided that
getting some extra sleep was in order.
Going to the box marked ‘linens’ that he had opened earlier, Ezra
removed a set of sheets and finished making the bed. Ezra knew that while it was good to be as
prepared as possible, there was no profit to be made in speculation. Changing into pajamas, Ezra climbed in bed
and set the alarm clock of the next morning.
He would just have to wait and see what happened.
