Chapter Thirty-Five
Bob and Jim both smile and shake hands with the tall, smart looking man standing in front of them, in the small office, with no windows.
“It’s only been a little while since we called you in Ickeman, but we do have another cleaning job for you. Same as the last.” Bob speaks quietly to the extremely fit and heavily scarred individual who looks at the old black and white photographs, hanging up on the office walls.
He smiles at the photographs. Pleased with the images. Pictures of men in full uniform cover every available space. An image of soldiers posing alongside a great pile of corpses, catches his eye. The bodies are of men, women and children. All of them are just skin and bone. Their faces blank. Their dead eyes stare into his.
“This is a nice room! Robert, Jam
