Whitcomb didn’t seem impressed by this litany of negatives. He only stood there, regarding her calmly, and said, “I suppose that is all true enough. What is also true is that you have a very clear image of his uniform jacket. I believe if you could find someone to analyze the particular combination of ribbons and medals on the jacket, then you might be able to track down the identity he was using then.”
Audrey hadn’t even stopped to think about that, but then, at the time, she and Michael had been more concerned with getting the hell out of there before that thing caught up with them. Then again….
“Or maybe you could just tell me the surname the demon was using in the 1940s,” she said. “It seems a lot simpler.”
“I suppose it does.” The ghost offered her another of his thin smiles. “Unfo
