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entering the facility was about two minutes, right?”
    Lena nodded her head in affirmation. “You see,” Gerard continued in his clinical, almost professorial voice, “it would be very difficult for any members of AnSawar to dump the body far outside of the facility in that short amount of time.”
    “I don’t understand,” she said, clasping her hands tightly together. “If his body wasn’t there someone had to have moved it. Maybe it’s somewhere deeper inside the facility?”
    “We will let you know if the AU forces turn up anything on their subsequent sweeps of the building,” Gerard replied glibly, tapping his fingers rapidly on the desk. This guy was really starting to grate on her nerves.
    “Getting back to the descriptions of the men who were holding you hostage,” the Commander interjected, changing the direction of the questioning. “You said one of them had hazel eyes? Did you get a good look at him?”
    “Yes. He took his face mask off.” The gazes of all three men sharpened on her face upon soaking up that tidbit of information.
    “Describe him for us.”
    “He was tall. Maybe a few inches taller than you are. He was young. Maybe mid-thirties? His skin was tanned. Oh, he had a big, bushy beard and mustache.”
    “Any identifying marks? Tattoos or scars?” the SEAL Team leader prodded.
    “No. Not that I could see. There was nothing extraordinary about him, he looked...normal.” That was one of the scariest things about him, for someone who’d committed such unspeakable acts of violence, he’d looked so ordinary.
    “Could you tell what nationality he was?”
    “No, I can’t be certain. He spoke English fluently, but he had an accent that I couldn’t place.”
    “Did this man have any identifying markings that you could see, for example, tattoos or scars?”
    “No, most of his body was covered by his clothing.”
    “Do you think you’d be able to work with one of our sketch artists once we get back on dry land?” Gerard asked.
    “Sure.” Lena just wanted this nightmare to be over as soon as possible. She was alive, but Steven wasn’t. Steven, a man who had been like a father to her for years, was now deceased. And it did not matter to her that the SEALs hadn’t found his body in the facility, Steven was dead and she knew it deep in her bones.
    But sadly, she could not do anything for Steven now. She needed to return home so she could begin rebuilding her life. She had to at least attempt move past everything that had transpired.
    Fifteen hours ago, she had boarded the U.S.S. Conroy naval vessel. The boat was stationed at Diego Garcia, an atoll in the middle of the Indian Ocean. As soon as she had arrived aboard the ship, a Navy physician looked her over for any sign of physical injuries. The doctor had administered to her an IV drip for dehydration. Besides a few contusions and scrapes, she didn’t have any major wounds. However, she had recommended that Lena have her primary care doctor look over her once she got back home.
    The SEAL Team had brought the newly freed hostages directly to the U.S.S. Conroy , instead of Camp Harding, because of their intent to question the four terrorists who’d been captured alive during the operation. It still sent chills down her spine that some of the monsters who’d held her captive were still so near to her.
    Navy officials explained that her own interview would only last for an hour, and then she’d be cleared to leave. Her nerves were still frayed around the edges. She was beyond exhausted, but at least she was free and alive.
    Much of the past few hours was a blur to her, but she remembered speaking on the phone with her mother, Claire. Lena had used one of the satellite telephones in the Rear Admiral’s office suite to contact her. Claire was wasting no time in getting to her daughter’s side and was taking the redeye flight from Miami to Windhoek, Namibia. She would be meeting her daughter at Lena’s home in Walvis Bay.
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