“Captain,” I whispered. “Now we aren’t just talking about one corrupt police officer. This wouldn’t just be one bad apple.”
“Jessica, look at the damn photo,” the Captain ordered as she pointed towards the picture, she had placed in front of me. My eyes instinctively followed her hand and I saw an image of the familiar white flag with the large black X. It was the same flag I had seen in the Ryan Foster photos.
“Now tell me what you see there in that photo?” Captain Wolf asked.
“I see a flag. An ugly weird looking flag.”
“Yeah. At first, I thought the same thing too, but there was something about that damn photo of Ryan wrapped in this flag that bothered me. So, I reached out to a good buddy of mine in the FBI.”
Captain Wolf lifted her laptop screen and hit a few buttons before turnin
