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young, beautiful black woman from Detroit, straight out of boot camp and sent to Germany, where she knew nobody. She had worked in the tiny personnel office in his tactical intelligence squadron. She had hated Germany and couldn’t wait to leave. After a year she had said she never wanted to live anywhere else.
    â€œI’m already in Europe,” Jake said.
    â€œI see that. What you doing in Austria?”
    â€œImpressive. They gave you caller I.D. You must be coming up in the world.”
    â€œThat’s right. So what you need?”
    â€œWho says I need anything?”
    â€œYou didn’t just call me because I’m good looking and you want to ask me out on a date. You know it wouldn’t be fraternizing now.”
    â€œIf I get to Germany I’ll definitely hit you up on that. But you are right. I need something.”
    â€œYou trying to get me in trouble?”
    â€œNever. I just need some information on former Captain Allen Murdock.”
    â€œMurdock?” she screeched. “Now he’s the one I wish would have just taken the money and run his white ass right back to the States. But no, he has to stay in Germany and make my life a living hell. If his money doesn’t come right on the same day each year, he calls me up and bitches at me. I told the guy a hundred times I don’t have shit to do with his money. But if he wanted to talk about his military status, then we could shoot the breeze. But he doesn’t want to listen for shit. Still thinks he’s a damn captain and I’m some boot two striper. I ought to call his ass back to duty.”
    Jake sighed. “I’m afraid that would be difficult, Deshia. He’s dead.”
    â€œWhat? I just talked with him last week.”
    â€œHe was shot in Innsbruck last night.”
    â€œWow. I’m sorry. Here I go on and on and you two were probably best friends. I’m sorry.”
    â€œNo, we weren’t friends. We were associates in the Air Force. Nothing more. But what I need to know is who he worked for and his address, and why he was in Austria.”
    â€œNo problem. I’ll pull him up on the computer.”
    Jake could hear her clicking away on the keyboard, so he glanced back to the lobby. Even more people were coming and going now.
    â€œHere it is,” she said. “Lives at 22 Feldbergstrasse in Frankfurt.”
    â€œThat’s by the Palmengarten, right.”
    â€œI don’t know. I’ve only been to Frankfurt twice, and that was the airport. I don’t like the town.”
    â€œWho did he work for?” Jake asked.
    â€œLet’s see. A Richten Pharmaceudicals. He’s a computer systems analyst at the European Headquarters in Mainz, but it says here the company is American with its main office in Providence. Wasn’t Murdock into computers with our squadron?”
    Jake thought for a moment. “Yeah, he was.” More or less. He eventually worked some human intel as well. He was about to cut their talk short when he thought of something. “You wouldn’t happen to have Murdock’s social handy?”
    â€œYou know I’m not supposed to give that out.”
    â€œHe’s dead,” Jake reminded her. “His social security number died with him.”
    She thought for a moment. “You got a point there.” She gave him the number and he quickly memorized it, running it over and over in his head.
    â€œThanks for your help, Deshia.”
    â€œNo problem,” she said. “Now you better look me up when you come to Germany.”
    â€œI promise.”
    â€œOh. I almost forgot. You knew Murdock married a German national, right?”
    â€œYeah. Are they still married?”
    â€œThink so. Her name is Ute. In case you want to talk with her.” She gave him Murdock’s telephone number in Frankfurt, as well as her own home phone in Kaiserslatern. “You need a place to stay, you let me