First, to see if the man had a list of any of the German POWs held at Camp Peary during World War II. The man laughed out loud. “Oh, yeah, I got that right here on my desk. Pentagon wouldn’t give it to me so I strolled on over to the CIA and the spooks printed me out a nice clean copy and then asked me what other secret shit I’d like to get my hands on.” “I’ll take that as a hell no,” Horatio said. Then he asked Freeman whether he knew any people with newspapers in Tennessee around the area where Michelle grew up. On this query Horatio struck gold. “Man named Toby Rucker runs a weekly in a little place an hour south of Nashville.” When he named the town, Horatio almost jumped out of his chair. It was the very place where Michelle had lived. “What do you want to know for?” Freeman asked. “I’ve got some questions about the disappearance of someone down there, say nearly thirty years ago.” “Well Toby’s been there over forty years, so if it made the paper he’ll know about it.”
