“Let’s hope we can get beyond that.”
The way she said this made Herbert stare at her strangely. “I’ve looked into the transformers at the substation and the generator.”
She shook her head dismissively. “Lightning overload, and microorganisms, and a pair of dumbass E-4s who’re going to get sliced and diced by their CO.”
“Exactly the way I saw it,” he replied, again watching her closely. “So we’re a team?”
She shrugged. “Only because the Army says so. I usually work alone.”
“At CID we work in groups.”
“Different strokes,” she retorted.
“What’s your take on the sound-making device? Shots and explosion?”
She looked at the screen. “Maybe your brother had it.”
“Where would he get something like that? And there’s his cell right there. You see anything like that in there? Because I don’t
