"So what could--?"

"Gideon, I told you--wait with the questions. Now--" He walked purposefully back over to his main bank of computers. "It took me a while, but I finally busted Price's encryption of the second batch of information on the disc--though why he worked so hard to hide this is beyond me..."

Touching a keypad, Max called up an image on his main screen: an old piece of grainy film, a glimpse of what appeared to be--of what, I soon realized, in fact was--a German concentration camp from the mid-20th century. There was a shot of some starving, laboring prisoners, a pan off to some SS officers, and then a further pan to reveal...a silhouette. A grayish human silhouette, moving, yes, but as unidentifiable as the similar blank spot in the second of the three versions of the Forrester assassination we'd seen had been.

"O.K.," Max said, watching my dumb-struck face. "Now you can ask questions."

I took a deep breath. "Auschwitz?" I mumbled.

"Good call, Professor," Max answered. "I downloaded some matching footage half an hour ago. It's pretty stock stuff. Except for the mystery guest, there."

I kept staring at the silhouette. "Something about that general outline looks familiar," I mused. "There. When he turns in profile..."

"O.K. So maybe then you can tell me how this connects to some hairs from a guy who's already in prison and some kind of supergun that apparently turned John Price into so much jelly without making a sound." MORE>>

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