Nancy quickly grabs a sheet from her bed and wraps herself in it...with her eyes still rivited to the blinds.
Frank swears he saw a familiar zipcode under the tattoo on her left hip! Was it really the FBI zip where his Dad works? And what would that bar code tat really scan out as...?
Nancy kills the light in the room and slips on her sandles...smooth soled for a definitive reason. She deftly grabs her thumb drive from the computer...can't chance leaving evidence around, and makes her way out into the hallway.
Joe and Frank look at one another....their eyes communicating the same thought...
**Dang! She has purple toenail polish on!!!**
They remember the dim forest of another country and the torture they endured....
Frank swears he saw a familiar zipcode under the tattoo on her left hip! Was it really the FBI zip where his Dad works? And what would that bar code tat really scan out as...?
Nancy kills the light in the room and slips on her sandles...smooth soled for a definitive reason. She deftly grabs her thumb drive from the computer...can't chance leaving evidence around, and makes her way out into the hallway.
Joe and Frank look at one another....their eyes communicating the same thought...
**Dang! She has purple toenail polish on!!!**
They remember the dim forest of another country and the torture they endured....