BRAVO
I watch the women at the luau. They all seem to be having a great time..drinking, dancing and laughing. Danica catches my attention, more than she should. Our purpose here is to make sure Ellie is safe and I can't do that if I keep oogling her friend. "We have a problem." Tiny says through our earpieces. "Explain." I bark. I hate that and he knows it. If you say something like "we have a problem", don't make me ask what it is. It's a waste of my time and patience. "A new picture just surfaced, and our friend is in it..." Tiny explains, "..dammit...it's a clear shot of her face, boss. Radar just sent it through." Tiny curses. Radar is another one of our team members. He's our computer genius. If it's out there on the web or wherever, Radar will find it. "Shit..." I mutter. This is pa
