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They both had yet to survive this insanity.
With a nod, she was done.
“Blackhawk out.”
The call went dead.
As they sat there, Gamble was contemplating what they needed to do.
“Talk it out,” Poe said. “Then, we’ll handle it as a team.”
It was clear that he was feeling better. His mood was no longer dark, and he was trying to help.
That was good because they needed all of the help they could get at this point.
“We’re going to have to tear your brother’s room apart. We must have missed something.”
Poe didn’t think he did.
He really had been thorough when he took his things after his death. If the military shipped it back, Poe took it home.
To honor his twin.
“I brought everything home, but maybe my parents took something out of Hemmingway’s personal effects and put them in their room. That’s the only thing I can think of, Gamble.”
Well, then, they had two places to look.
The man’s room, and his parent’s room.
Getting up, Gamble pulled Poe to his feet, and the man grabbed Rufus to carry him up the stairs. Together, they headed toward Hemmingway’s shrine.
As Poe called it.
Once inside, they began going through everything that was there.
“How big will it be?” Poe asked. “Better yet, what the hell am I looking for anyway? What is a crypto key?”
Gamble explained it to him.
“That’s a good question. It depends on what the code is stored on. It could be a thumb drive. It could be a dot if it’s higher tech. It could be a sheet of paper with the code on it. It’s two hundred and fifty-six numbers long, so if it’s written down, it’ll just be a very long string of numbers.”
Well, that didn’t narrow it down because Poe hadn’t seen any of those things in his brother’s possessions.
This felt like a wild goose chase.
As they began going through his things, he sent a text to Elizabeth, asking for pictures of all of the items Poe had placed in the box for Von Donore. Since they got them back, maybe seeing them again would help him out.
Or Poe for that matter.
Then, he got back to searching for the elusive crypto key.
There were trophies.
There were books.
There were photographs.
All they knew was that Hemmingway hadn’t made it back here before his death, so it wouldn’t be somewhere he’d hide it.
