Chapter Fifteen
Ric glanced from the dusty tome to Teddy standing near the open window in his office. Her hands were tucked in her trouser pockets, and her shoulders drooped. Dark shadows hung below her eyes when he picked her up this morning. Although she would never admit it, worry and exhaustion were taking a toll on her.
His hands fisted. There must be something else they could do to find the killer. Looking for a needle in a haystack would be easier than finding references to battles of significance or the unit these men had been part of, but it was the best place to start. If nothing else, the research kept Teddy busy.
A knock sounded on the door.
“Come in!” Ric shouted as Teddy pivoted.
Marianne and Devon Jacobson stood on the threshold. She looked determined, but he wore a mas
