Grainy.
A person entering the supply building shortly after 2 a.m.
Same height as Jordan.
Same uniform.
Face hidden beneath a cap.
Harlan pointed at the image.
“That you?”
“No.”
“You sure?”
Jordan stared harder.
Something caught his attention.
The figure wore a wristwatch.
On the right wrist.
Jordan never did.
“That isn’t me.”
Harlan sighed.
Jordan pointed.
“The watch.”
Everyone looked.
The investigator enlarged the image.
His expression changed.
Not because of the watch.
Because of something else.
A small patch on the person’s sleeve.
Only a few soldiers on the installation wore it.
Harlan moved closer to the screen.
Jordan watched the sergeant’s face turn pale.
“You recognize it,” Jordan said.
Harlan didn’t answer.
The investigator looked at him.
