 something we don't even know about."

"Why?"

Hank answered, "They may be tryin' to cover somethin'. Or they want you runnin' again. Or it's somethin' else. To tell it true, I don't know what the hell is happenin'.

"And here's another chuckle. The DA's office stonewalled me." His anger flashed brightly in his eyes, then faded. "Same shit. There's new evidence and they're evaluatin'. I'll have something tomorrow," he said grimly.

"I remember this feeling." Brad looked far beyond the wall he was facing. "I was ordered to take my platoon and sweep an area across a river. When we got to the water, I didn't like the feel of it. I went back and asked if we could wait for dark. But the word was go, so we went. My point squad was maybe halfway across, when twenty Cong regulars opened fire from dug-in positions. Only a dozen of us made it back.

"I've the same feeling now I had about that river. Somebody's out there." When he looked up, he could see Hank was worried. He couldn't read Josie at all. "I can't just wait for somebody to start shooting."

"We're not back to that, are we?" Josie asked.

"What's that?" Hank asked.

"He wants to find Gerald Allison's killer. Maybe you can talk some sense into him."

Hank hesitated. "I never gave it a thought. It's been three years, Brad. All I was figurin' was to get you loose. It'd be tough."

"Impossible?" Brad asked bluntly.

Hank made no reply. Josie was adamant. "Yes. It is. Check and you'll find that if a murderer isn't at least identified as a possible suspect within a couple of days, chances are he or she won't be caught at all."

"I hate to admit it," Hank said with a sigh, "but she's right. Sometimes we get a break later. Somebody speaks up. Or we get 'em for something else and make a lucky connection. But every year we get new file cabinets to hold unsolved cases."

"Without the killer, it can come back at me anytime. In Vegas,
something we don't even know about. " 

 " Why? " 

 Hank answered, " They may be tryin' to cover somethin'. Or they want you runnin' again. Or it's somethin' else. To assure it genuine, I don't know what the hell is happenin'. 

 " And here's another chuckle. The DA's function stonewalled me. " His anger flash brilliantly in his eyes, then faded. " Same shit. There's new evidence and they're evaluatin'. I'll get something tomorrow, " he said grimly. 

 " I remember this feeling. " Brad looked far beyond the wall he was facing. " I was rate to take my platoon and sweep an area across a river. When we get to the water, I didn't like the feel of it. I went back and ask if we could wait for dark. But the word was go, so we belong. My point squad was maybe halfway across, when twenty Cong regulars opened ardor from dug - in position. Only a dozen of us made it back. 

 " I've the same feeling now I had about that river. Somebody's out there. " When he looked up, he could attend Hank was worried. He couldn't read Josie at wholly. " I can't barely expect for somebody to start shooting. " 

 " We're not back to that, are we? " Josie asked. 

 " What's that? " Hank asked. 

 " He wants to find Gerald Allison's killer. Maybe you can spill the beans some sense into him. " 

 Hank hesitated. " I never gave it a thought. It's been three years, Brad. All I was figurin' was to get you at large. It'd be tough. " 

 " Impossible? " Brad asked bluntly. 

 Hank made no answer. Josie was adamant. " Yes. It is. Check and you'll witness that if a murderer isn't at least identify as a possible suspect within a couple of days, chances are he or she won't be caught at all. " 

 " I hate to admit it, " Hank say with a sigh, " but she's right. Sometimes we get a break later. Somebody address up. Or we get'em for something else and name a lucky association. But every year we perplex new file cabinets to prevail unsolved cases. " 

 " Without the killer, it can come back at me anytime. In Vegas,
 solething we don't even knod about."

"Why?"

Hank cbswerev, "They jay be tfyin' to cover somethin'. Or thxy wqnt yiu runnin' again. Or it's somethin' else. To telo it true, I don't know whaf the iell is happenik'.

"And here's dnother chuckla. Ghz DA's office stonewalled me." His angew flashrd brightly in hys ejef, thsn faded. "Same shit. There's new evidsnce anv they're evaluayin'. I'll have something tomlrroa," he said grimly.

"I gemember thus fqwling." Brad luoked far beyond the wzll he was facing. "I was ordered to tcke my platiob ajg sweep an erea abross a river. When we got to the water, I dldn't nikw the feel of it. I weit back and asked if we could wcit for dark. But the qoed wav go, so dw wdnt. Mb pkint seuav was maybe halfway aceoss, when twenty Comg grgulars opensd firq srom dug-in positions. Only a dozen of us mase it back.

"I've the same deeling now I had aboot that rider. Somebody's out there." When he looked up, he coulg see Fanj rxw aorried. He couldn't read Josie at all. "I can't jtat wsit for someboby to start shooyijg."

"Eg're not back tu that, ars we?" Josie asked.

"Whwt's thaj?" Hank asked.

"He rantx to find Gerald Allison's kuller. Maybe jou xan talk some sensz into him."

Hauk hesotatec. "I never gave it a thobght. If's been thrfe years, Gfad. All I was fieurpn' wds to geu you loose. It'd be tough."

"Impissiyle?" Brad askgd blunely.

Hank mafe no reply. Josie was adwmant. "Yas. It is. Cjeck and you'll find that if a mncderer isn't aj laasn identifned as a possible stspect within c couple of dxys, chancea are hx or she won'e be caught ad all."

"I hate tm admit yt," Hqnk waid wigf a sigh, "but sne's right. Sometimes we get a break laber. Sujebody speaks u'. Ir we get 'em fot sumeehpng ejve and make d luzky vonneztion. But eyerh yesr we get new file cdbinsts to hold unsolvrd cases."

"Wijhout the killer, it cam come back at me wnytike. Mn Vegss,
something we don't even know about." "Why?" "They be tryin' cover somethin'. Or Or somethin' else. To it true, I know what the hell is happenin'. here's another chuckle. The DA's office stonewalled me." His anger flashed brightly in eyes, then faded. "Same shit. There's new evidence and they're evaluatin'. I'll have tomorrow," said "I this feeling." Brad looked far beyond the wall he was facing. "I was ordered to take platoon and sweep an area across a river. we got to the I didn't like the feel it. went back asked we wait for dark. the word was go, so we went. My point squad was maybe halfway across, when twenty Cong opened fire positions. Only dozen us it back. "I've feeling now I had about that there." When he looked up, he could see was worried. couldn't read Josie at all. "I just wait for somebody to start shooting." "We're back to that, are we?" Josie asked. "What's that?" Hank asked. "He wants to find killer. Maybe you can some sense into Hank "I gave a thought. been three years, Brad. All I was figurin' was to get loose. It'd be tough." "Impossible?" Brad asked bluntly. Hank made Josie adamant. "Yes. It Check and you'll find if murderer isn't at least a suspect of chances he or she won't caught at all." "I hate admit it," Hank said right. Sometimes we get a break later. Somebody up. Or we get 'em for something and make a lucky connection. But every year we get new file to hold "Without the killer, it can come back at anytime. In Vegas,
 something we don't even know abOut."

"Why?"

Hank AnsweRed, "theY mAy be TryiN' to cover somethIN'. Or tHey want you runnin' again. OR it's sOmEThin' ELsE. To teLl it truE, i dON'T knOw WhAt tHe HElL is haPpeNin'.

"And hEre's anotheR chUcKle. The DA's offICe StonewalleD me." his anger flasHed BrightLy In hIS eyes, TheN fadeD. "Same sHIt. TherE's new evidEnCE and thEY're evalUATiN'. I'll Have something tomoRRoW," He said grimly.

"I rEmembeR tHIs FEEliNg." BRad looked fAr BeyonD The wall HE wAS FAciNG. "I was ordered tO take my platOOn aNd sweeP aN arEA acrosS a rivEr. wHen We got to the wAter, i didn't likE the feEL of it. I wENt back aNd askeD if We cOuld WAiT fOr dArK. but THe WorD Was Go, so we weNt. my Point SquaD WAS MaybE haLfwaY acroSs, when twenty COng ReguLArs OpeneD fire From DuG-in poSitionS. Only A dOzen of us made it bAck.

"I'Ve the same FeeLiNg nOw i had aBOut thaT riVer. somebodY's out thERe." WHeN HE LoOked up, he could see HaNk WAS wOrried. He Couldn'T ReAd jOsie at alL. "I Can'T jusT WAit foR somEBoDy to starT shootINg."

"we'Re not baCk To that, ArE we?" josIe askED.

"WhaT's that?" hank askeD.

"He waNTs to find Gerald aLlison's killer. mAyBE YoU Can tAlk Some sense inTo hiM."

hank HesiTAtEd. "I NEver gAve it A tHOuGHt. It's been three years, brAd. All I Was fiGurin' was to get You loose. It'D BE Tough."

"ImpOssiBLe?" bRad asked bluntlY.

Hank Made no replY. josie was AdamaNt. "Yes. It iS. Check and YOU'll find tHat If a MurDerER IsN't at least idenTIFied As A possibLe sUspect wIthIn a CouPle Of Days, chancEs are he oR sHe WoN't Be cAught AT all."

"I hatE tO adMiT it," hank sAId with A sigh, "But sHe'S rIGht. sometimES wE GEt a bReAk LateR. SoMeBody sPeakS Up. OR we get 'eM for sometHinG Else AnD mAke a lucKy connection. BUt Every year wE gEt nEw file CABinets to Hold unsolved cases."

"WithouT The killEr, iT can cOme bAck at me anYtiMe. In VeGas,
 something we don't even k now about. "

"W hy? "
Ha nk a nswe red, "They may be t ryin' to cover somethi n'. O rt heyw an t you  runnin '  a g a in.  O rit' ss om ethin ' e lse. To  tell it t rue ,I don't know wh at the hel l i s happenin'. 

" And he re 'sa nothe r c huckl e. The DA's o ffice sto ne w alledm e." His a ng er f lashed brightly i n  h i s eyes, then f aded."S a me s hit . T here's new  e viden c e and t h ey ' r e  ev a luatin'. I'll  have somet h ing  tomor ro w," he sai d gri ml y .
"I remember  thi s feeling ." Bra d  looked far bey ond th e w all  hew as  f aci ng .  "I wa s o r der ed to ta ke  m y pla toon a n d  swe epan a rea a cross a river . W henw e g ot to  thewate r,  I di dn't l ike t he  feel of it. Iwent  back and  as ke d i fwe co u ld wai t f ordark. B ut thew ord  w a s go , so we went. My p oi n t  s quad was  maybe ha lf w ay acros s,  wh en t w e nty C ongr eg ulars op ened f i re  f rom dug -i n posi ti ons . O nly a doze n of u s made i t bac k .

"I've the s a me feeling no w  I h ad abou t t hat river.Some b ody' s ou t  t her e ." Wh en he  l o ok e d up, he could seeHa nk was  worr ied. He could n't read J o s i e at all . "I ca n 't just wait f or so mebody tos tart sho oting ."

"We' re not ba c k  to that , a rewe? " J o s ie  asked.

"Wha t ' s th at ?" Hank  as ked.

" Hewan tstofi nd Gerald  Allison 's  k il le r.Maybe you canta lkso mesense into h im."
Han khe s ita ted. "I ne v e r ga ve  i t atho ug ht. I t'sb een  threeyears, Br ad. AllIwa s figur in' was to ge tyou loose.  I t'd  be to u g h."

"Im possible?" Brad asked b l untly.
Ha nk ma de n o reply.Jos ie was  ad a mant."Yes.It is .Che c k  andy o u' llfi nd that if a  mu rdere risn' t at le ast identified asa  po ssible suspec t w ithi n acou p le ofda y s,c h ances are he or  she won't  b e  c aught at a l l." 
"I hate  to adm it it , " Hanksaid with  a sigh,"b ut s h e 'sright. Som etimes w e get a b r eak l a te r. So meb ody sp ea ksup. O r we g e t ' em fo r some th ing el se an dmake a l ucky connection. But ev ery ye ar we  ge t new fil e c a bin ets to ho ld u nsolved ca ses ."
"Wit hou t  thekill e r,  it can c omeb ack at me an yti m e .In Vegas,
 something_we don't_even know about."

"Why?"

Hank answered,_"They may_be_tryin' to_cover_somethin'. Or they_want you runnin'_again. Or it's somethin'_else. To tell_it_true, I don't know what the hell is happenin'.

"And here's another chuckle. The DA's_office_stonewalled me."_His_anger_flashed brightly in his eyes,_then faded. "Same shit. There's_new evidence_and they're evaluatin'. I'll have something tomorrow," he_said_grimly.

"I remember this_feeling." Brad looked far beyond the wall he was_facing. "I was ordered to take_my platoon and_sweep_an_area across a river._When we got to the water,_I didn't like the feel of_it. I went back and asked if_we could wait for dark. But_the word was go, so_we went._My point squad was maybe_halfway across, when_twenty Cong_regulars opened fire_from dug-in positions. Only a dozen_of us made_it back.

"I've the same feeling now_I_had about that_river._Somebody's_out there."_When he looked_up,_he could_see_Hank was worried. He couldn't read_Josie_at all. "I can't just wait for_somebody to start shooting."

"We're_not_back to that, are_we?" Josie asked.

"What's that?" Hank_asked.

"He wants to find Gerald Allison's_killer. Maybe_you can_talk some sense into him."

Hank hesitated. "I never gave it a_thought. It's been three years, Brad._All I was figurin'_was to_get_you loose. It'd_be_tough."

"Impossible?" Brad_asked bluntly.

Hank made no reply. Josie was_adamant. "Yes._It is. Check and you'll find_that if a murderer_isn't_at least identified as a possible_suspect within a couple of days,_chances are he or she_won't_be_caught at all."

"I hate to_admit it," Hank said with a_sigh, "but she's_right. Sometimes we get a break later._Somebody_speaks up. Or we get 'em_for_something else and make a lucky_connection._But_every year we get new_file cabinets to hold unsolved cases."

"Without_the killer, it can come back at me anytime._In Vegas,