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+Even with Steven's help it took them the rest of the week to match the service photos to the men in Norm Canton's squadron christmas photo. Int he end they came up to two short. One was a short stocky dark haired man sitting on the wing of a P29, legs dangling in the air above the others in the photo. He was one of five that had climbed on the plane which led Chase to think perhaps he was her man, since she considered it unlikely that enlisted men, squardon mechanics would be climbing on the wings of the plane, but she couldn't be sure since most of the men were not in uniform and those that were, she still couldn't make out their ranks. She'd tried putting the image under a microscope, but it hadn't help. She'd scanned it and sent the file to the tech departmnet but they just looked at her like she was insane when she asked if they would enhance the photo. She heard them laughing as she walked down the half to the elevator. '
 
+The other unknown man in the image was squatting down in the very front, sandy hair swept back with pomade. His smile leaped out of the photo and Chase seriously doubted that he was the sort of man anyon would forget. There did seem to be something mischeivus in his eyes though, or perhaps, she thought, I've been spending way to much time staring at this photo. She flung the image across the table and closed her eyes, pinched the bridge of her nose. "Damnit" Her voice startled her in the quiet of her apartment. She got up and opened the fridge looking for something to eat. There was some week old chinese and half a bottle of Rose. She grabbed the wine and flopped down on the couch. She pulled out the cork with her teeth and drank from the bottle. The only way to drink Rose she thought with a giggle.
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+The note inside the file proved to be from a medium size legal pad varieties of which had, according to Steven's extensive searching, been manufactured for over thirty years. At first she considered this no help at all, but Steven pointed out that while it was unlikely she'd ever know who had put it there she did know that apparently the DPMO had at most started looking into Lt. Lawrence in the early to mid 1970s. In other words it was unlikely any family had been pestering the department after the war. It was unlikely that anyone had missed Lt. Lawrence.
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+Chase was restless. She opened the back door and went out to the balcony. It was a lovely night, crisp and clear. She stared up at Big Dipper, followed Orion's belt down the horizon were the faint purple of the distant sunset still lingered. She drank more of the wine, sat down in the white pastic chair left by the previous tenant. She could smell the Potomac, she thought about the river, running by somewhere down the hill, running down to the Cheasepeake, join the bay anbd heading out the sea. All that water disappearing into so much more water. All those people disappearing somewhere, disappearing into so much water, so much time.
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+The chime of her phone broke the peaceful still of the night. She shivered and went inside. It was a number she didn't know.
 
 After she left Norm went back inside. No one would come tonight. It was Tuesday night, everyone went to Walt's house for poker on Tuesdays. Norm went inside and locked the door behind him. He went behind the bar and pulled out the bottle of Dewers and set it on the bar. He pulled the phone over from the wall and sat down. He poured himself a shot and slugged it back. He poured another and drank it. He picked up the phone and dialed the number he'd been thinking about all day. The connection was bad, the line warbled like it was underwater, but he recognized the voice. "We need to talk."
 
@@ -115,4 +123,4 @@ They were headed back to the office when Chase spotted a familiar looking dark g
 
 "Get in the right lane, I'm getting out at the light. She glanced behind them and sure enoug, it was still there, changing lanes, but Steven darted over faster and car was still int he lane next to them and five cars back when they stopped at the light. Claire ducked down in the seat and opened the door. "Just drive straight, I'll call you," She said and ducked out the door, keeping low to the ground. She crusched behind a set of newspaper racks and ignored the two mean who stopped to stare. She waited until the light turned green and then carefully moved forward the racks until the Jaguar passed and she stood up, pen in hand and wrote downt he license plate with shaking hands. As soon aas she had it she turned down a side street and walked as fast as she could toward the crowd of people exiting a long row of buses parked between the Washington and Lincoln monuments. She fumbled through her purse and pulled out her phone. It took her several fumbling tries to find Stevens name on her phone. Get ahold of yourself she kept repeating. Breathe. She calmed down a little talking to Steven. She told him to go back to work without her, she would take the metro back later. She needed to be outside, to walk off her nervous energy and to be lost in the crowds for a while. She walked the entire length of the Mall.
 
-A couple of kids sat on the steps of the Lincoln memorial. Somebody out on the quad was flying a kite. The leaves had already started to turn orangish, bits of yellow. It was just and another ordinary Tuesday afternoon in Washington D.C. But someone was obviously keeping tabs on her.
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+A couple of kids sat on the steps of the Lincoln memorial. Somebody out on the quad was flying a kite. The leaves had already started to turn orangish, bits of yellow. It was just and another ordinary Tuesday afternoon in Washington D.C. But someone was obviously keeping tabs on her.