That’s how much sleep Sloane had last night, but he didn’t care. They were getting closer to seeing through the fog of whatever the hell was going on. An investigation that started over thirty-five years ago. After the hours Dex had put in listening to the tapes, it had taken more to back them up, and just as long for Sloane to get Dex to fall asleep. Sloane hadn’t been able to keep his own emotions at bay after listening to Gina Daley tell her child to find Sloane, how he needed love. The tapes held hours of evidence spanning several years, the dates and events documented by Shultzon himself. He recorded everything from project details to conversations with his superiors, the majority of whom seemed to be Therians. Unfortunately, Shultzon never mentioned anyone by name, and the signatures he’d spoken of remained on documents long gone. What they did have were several voices, some sounded oddly familiar, especially a young military hotshot tiger Therian who Shultzon referred to as Commander Shrapnel.
