Free Stolen Lives : The Lives Trilogy Book 1 by Joseph Lewis

said out loud as if saying it would help her digest it.
    Now she understood why Pete wanted the Tokay kid in Wisconsin.
    “What’s the flying time?”  She asked, taking control once again.
    “About two hours.”  Rawson spoke for the first time.  Then, as if he needed to justify his presence out in the field he said, “Logan thought Chet and I should go along.  This case is getting complicated.”
    “Complicated . . . shit!”  Pete said to the window.  “Now we’ve got nothing!”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
     
    Ray Zimmerman raced to the boys after Alan had hung up.  He found them hugging each other just off Highway 8 and Jack Pine Road.  Rich walked his dad to the scene, and both came back pale and shaken.  The younger boy was in tears, not understanding, not knowing what it was that Rich and his father had seen.  Neither let Alan get near enough to find out.
    This was how Officer Pat Blizel, the Marinette County Sheriff, found them.  He followed Ray to the crime scene.  A good officer who knew his limitations, Blizel took one look at the crime scene and realized he had a situation, a situation bigger than he could handle or wanted to handle.  He radioed dispatch and told them to get a hold of the FBI office in Milwaukee.  He was piped through and described in very brief detail what he had.  The SAC in Milwaukee phoned D.C., who got in touch with Logan Musgrave, who got Pete and the team on a flight to Green Bay.
    When the team landed in Green Bay, they hopped on a helicopter and flew to the scene.  George hadn’t arrived yet.  The Wisconsin State Crime Lab, there are actually three of them; one in Milwaukee, one in Madison, and one in Wausau, was contacted.  Because Wausau was the closest, they responded with a team of two: James Dahlke and Rosalind Wannager, who arrived about ten minutes after the team got there.  State police and deputies from Marinette County had Highway 8 down to one lane a quarter mile either side of Jack Pine Road.
    James Dahlke was a blond, pale, skinny young man with wire rim glasses, who looked as if he had just walked across the stage to receive his diploma- from high school. He didn’t speak much, except to Roz.  His partner was a plumpish redhead, who was normally quick to smile and laugh.  She wasn’t smiling or laughing on this afternoon.
    Pete walked over to Dahlke and said, “You look barely old enough for this job.”
    James sighed, having heard these comments most of his college and graduate life. He was out of patience, and he wasn’t about to take any crap from a suit. 
    “Actually, last month, I graduated from high school, got my B.S. from Carroll College in Chemistry and Forensic Science two weeks ago.  Just yesterday, I received my M.S. in Forensic Science, with an emphasis in Entomology from Michigan State.  I’m a bit accelerated.”             
    Pete chewed on the inside of his cheek, shrugged and said, “Okay, Skippy.  You and your partner do your thing.  We have another person coming who worked a similar crime scene in Arizona.  He’s a civilian, but we think he might be able to help out.”
    “Okay Boss Man .  We don’t really need the help, but as long as this civilian is coming, he follows my orders, and we’ll all get along just fine.”
    Summer had overheard the exchange and walked over and said, “Do we have a winner, or do we need to have both of you drop your drawers and take out a ruler?”
    Pete laughed and said, “No, I think Skippy will do just fine.”
    “Whatever you say, Boss Man ,” Dahlke said over his shoulder, walking away to his truck.
    About twenty minutes after the crime lab arrived, a helicopter carrying George Tokay landed on Highway 8, just inside the one-lane roadblock of the crime scene, but far enough so the copter rotors wouldn’t blow away any of the crime scene evidence.  George was met by a deputy, who escorted him to Pete. Pete shook George’s hand, thanked him for coming and told him