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For Mitch, the weekend was more groundhog than ground work day… it passed in a blur of research; liaising with his team in Cape Hatteras; working with the in-house weekend resources to get photo and face analysis done; trying to keeping Charlotte happy; and, responding to questions fired at John that consequently came down the line for Mitch’s response.
He rang Samantha and Nick at eight a.m. Sunday morning. Nick answered.
“Lucky I was up,” he growled.
“Given up on beauty sleep? Fair call,” Mitch ragged him. “Thanks for the photos from the diving course, the lads are working on them.”
“Yeah, can’t believe we lost them after the dive though. We followed them and waited while they ate, then, they were gone… giving me the shits, it’s not like the place is huge but they’ve just eluded
