CHAPTER 50
“I’m more concerned with the who. I have two IDs so far.”
Jeff turned back to the wall screen. Names had appeared under Maggie’s unknown and one of Jeff’s audience members who’d left early.
Special Operations Forces of the United States Army. His own country’s super-warriors were killing chefs.
Another two cropped up, Julio’s and his own other missing audience member.
“Each is from a different squadron. They’re usually assigned to different places on the Earth, almost no chance they’d ever meet.”
A skills-set roster appeared below each name. Maggie’s murderer specialized in explosives, communications, Chinese, Japanese, and Vietnamese. Julio’s was medical, weapons, and Farsi. His guys’ were Russian for one and Portuguese/Spanish for the other, one weapons, one engineering,
