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doubted that too. It was only because of the money and class of that hotel that his sister’s murder had gotten that much attention. The fact that he was military, highly decorated, just added more chips to their tailgate dish. His family, their life and the heartache of losing somebody they loved had become just a ratings topper to these people.
    The deep voice broke his train of thought. Clearly she had finished spending time on how grand the hotel was, how shocking it was that such a horrible event had happened there. Chogan felt anger building. “Happened there?”—as if it would have been fine if it happened somewhere else.
    “Olivia was the other maid working the room and she is missing. Police say her home has been untouched, her car is still parked in the location in the area where she lives, nobody saw her leave the hotel, and they now fear that the man who killed Miss Harjo may have either taken her, or killed her. There is also the question of who made the 9-1-1 call. For now the detectives investigating have more questions than answers. They are asking that if anybody sees this woman,” a picture of Olivia flashed on the screen. It was her employee picture. Even though she still looked beautiful with her clean face and up-styled hair, there were far better pictures they could have used to let people see who this woman was, what she looked like from different angles with better lighting. The better the picture, the better the chance somebody might recognize her. The woman continued speaking on what the police were asking. “…That you call Detective Grover, or the number at the bottom of the screen to report the sighting. They fear she may be either dead or being held prisoner. If you see this woman please alert the authorities.” The picture faded and the reporter ended her story in time for another one to pick up the far less important side of the story. Now they were talking about what celebrities stayed at the hotel, what political figures, what athletes, and all those other non important facts.
    Chogan shut off the feed as anger skipped through his body. He had lost his sister to this bastard and now, from what he had seen, he may have lost the woman sitting center of his heart too. He had stayed away from her, not because he didn’t want her, but because he was afraid to ask her to share the life he lived. No, she wouldn’t go on the missions, but he was called out often to locations he was near guaranteed to either have the possibility of serious injury or death while operating. None of their missions were the easy ones. They were a Special Forces team comprised of two Navy Seals, four Marines and two Army men. The only time they used the Air Force operative was when they needed to enter from the air, or exit from it more swiftly than the usual pull out called for.
    A lot of people outside the circle chain would question the combination but all the men had been specially picked for a reason. They all had special skills, and while this was a Marine undertaking, having men from different branches in their special team didn’t hurt; it helped—a lot. Bravo Zulu and Simper Fi were standard speech from all of them now. Before they became a team they didn’t borrow each other’s terminology, but the longer they worked together, the more they became one unit not divided by uniforms.
    His anger kicked up a notch as he thought of what this man might have done to Olivia. From what his father told him during the brief conversation they had before he headed home the police had said Amber was shot in the back of the head. The police had told his father it appeared to be a shot fired at a downward angle. That downward angle would mean Amber was on her knees at the time. If he had done that to Amber then what had he done to Olivia?  He knew the projection was accurate because his sister was just standing at six feet, an inch under him. There was no way she was on her feet from what his father said the