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Europe's answer to Facebook, do I have access to an account?"
    Grant jumped up, shaking his head as he grabbed an iPad, scrolling through screens. "Do you read Russian?"
    "Yes. I'll see if there are any images uploaded. We might stand a better chance finding him there. " Roger looked over Grant's shoulder, glad to see that they had a profile already established on VK. Grant handed him the device and he took it, scrolling through the feed, finding what he wanted. Two pictures had been snapped in the last thirty minutes that led him to other people who'd snapped photos. Twenty-five photos later he thought he spied Tucker. He uploaded the photo to the computer sitting in front of him, displaying the image on the large monitor. Tucker was dressed like all the other protesters, white T-shirt underneath a dark sweater and a knit cap covering his head.
    Roger stared at the guy's jaw line then flipped to another photo on the iPad, uploading this photo to the computer too. With the larger image he could see more details. The man looked like Tucker, but he was very pale and his eyes drooped.
    "Hey, I think I have him, " Roger called out.
    Billy was first behind him, his sigh full of emotion. James and Mike reached him when Grant did. Duff was last. It took three seconds for Duff to pull out h is phone. Roger looked around at their faces, wondering if he'd really identified Tucker.
    Grant's gaze locked with his and he nodded. "It's him. It's Tucker."
    Everyone was silent as they listened to Duff. "We've found him." Silence hung in the air. "Let me see what we can figure out."
    Duff turned toward him. "I need a location."
    "It's near the Kremlin in Red Square. There's a small glimpse of the surrounding buildings. It makes sense. The hotel was near. This protest could have sprung up because of the bomb," Grant said.
    "I'll send Marshal and Zander into the mix. Hopefully they'll find him. "
    The wait was excruciating. Billy stared at the computer, his fingers laced in his lap so tight Roger wondered if he'd be able to unclasp them. James and Mike sat off to the side, neither one speaking. Duff paced and Grant sat with his head in his hands. Roger wished he were out in the field. Sitting here in this ranch house felt like he was doing nothing. From the news feed running in the background, he figured out he was still in the United Sates. He let his gaze roam over the room, taking in little hints as he tried to decipher where they were.
    James caught him staring at a map and came over. "We're in Colorado."
    "What?" Roger glanced at the other men, relieved that none of them were upset.
    "South of Colorado Springs. We'll go over more details in the morning. Thanks for your help. Hopefully they can get Tucker out."
    "Sure." Roger relaxed for the first time since he arrived. Colorado wasn't bad. It could be worse, and now he knew a little bit more about the men and the place, which seemed to be his new home. Now, if he could figure out Grant, he'd be happy.
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    Zander wove through the crowd. It was barely eight and already hundreds of people were gathered, protesting the bombings, the weather, Russia, and homosexuals. He cringed, hating that he could never travel to Russia and be open about who he was. They hated the homosexuals but the straight men were pigs, using women like doormats then throwing them out when they were done. It disgusted him that they could be so stupid about their morals and yet when you looked deeply, they had none.
    He pushed away his hatred for Russia and focused on finding Tucker. Duff had sent them a photo of Tucker in his new clothes. Zander moved around the crowd, searching for the angle of the building from the photo. After ten minutes he was about to give up when he saw a man he recognized.
    Zander called Marshal. "I've got him."
    "Good. Meet me on the southwest corner."
    The line disconnected and Zander swooped in, chanting in Russian so he didn't attract attention. Tucker didn't look