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Sergeant John Singh had been moving back and forth between the first crime scene at the roadhouse and the second in the woods bordering the safe-house. Currently he was supervising two of his forensic specialists hovering studiously over the bodies of the two Federal police officers shot in the woods. When his phone rang, he fished it from his pocket and walked a few paces away from where his investigators worked at photographing, measuring, and taking notes of their observations.
“John Singh.”
“Singo, it’s Cameron Barker.”
“Hey, boss, I’ve been trying to call you.”
“There’s no phone reception out here. I’m using the caretaker’s satellite phone. Is everything all right there?”
“Yeah. I just wanted to let you know that I have organised a vehicle to collect the bodies and transport
