51
CAITLIN
“Wake up, Jack!” I gave a sharp kick, sending my sleeping partner crashing to the floor. He often napped in the office, making me wonder what he did all night when he should have been sleeping. He opened his eyes and gave me a dazed look. “I think I have the missing piece to the puzzle,” I told him.
“What puzzle?” he asked, still not quite awake.
“The Sadowski puzzle, numbnuts,” I responded impatiently. “I believe we finally have a link between Rhys-Williams, Marshall and Sadowski.”
“Great,” he said, rubbing his hip as he made his way across the room to the table where his computer was set up. “What am I looking for?”
“Three men. Three different men. The man on the right is the elusive Dr. Stewart, Sadowski’s right-hand man. The one on the left is the man who calls himself
