He was dog tired and ravenous, but there was a bright spot to his day. Naia was waiting for him back at their cabin.
He hoped she’d found out something. Even if she hadn’t, at least she should have had enough time to go through all the personnel files. She was a smart woman. He trusted her to make note of every shark non-static. Those names he’d send to the mainland first before he started questioning the men about their whereabouts when the prisoners were killed. Whoever was responsible may not have their prints in the database yet, but at least it was a start. It would take years. Hell, no, decades before this new system started paying off. But so does everything else, he told himself.
decadesBut so does everything else, He grabbed a steward on his way and flashed his badge. “I need so
