Chapter 17
Joe Bob Dixon was actually entertained by the task force meeting. He followed his boss into the room. The Native Alaskan elder woman was a quiet shadow and easily overlooked. Quite a feat, Joe Bob thought, because he’d seen her steal the stage when she’d wanted to.
He sat his computer down at the end of the table and linked it into the projection system.
“Captain Wyckoff, you are not a member of this taskforce,” Captain James McGuire said. “I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
“My officer received a video clip an hour ago that I believe the task force needs to see,” Wyckoff replied. He nodded at Joe Bob.
“And he can’t just show it himself?” McGuire demanded.
“I suggest you all brace yourselves,” Wyckoff said, ignoring that question, because really, anyone who knew Joe Bob Dixon
