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maimed, lives over for all practical purposes. Only one,
had walked away unharmed.
“Fourteen, fifteen.”
“You saw them regularly.”
Breathe, he told himself.
“Couple times a week.”
“You play soccer yourself, back here in the States?”
“Yeah. Youth, high school, college.”
“Natural that a soccer game would draw you.”
Lehr didn’t get it, John thought incredulously. He
imagined this soldier exchanging a few words with the
boys when he happened by.
“What did you see that made you shout the warning?”
“I don’t know if I did shout it. It was in my mind.
But…things happened fast.”
“There’s the scratch,” the counselor murmured. “You
feel like you failed because you didn’t warn them.”
As if John hadn’t figured out that one himself. But
the gouge that made the record unplayable…that was
something else.
“What did you see?” Lehr asked again.
“A woman. Or a man dressed in a woman’s robes. I
turned and she—he—was there.”
“You think it was a man.”
“Yeah. I could just see the eyes above the burqa.” He
tried to zoom in on the picture. “Heavy brows. Too
strong a ridge.”
“Is that how you knew something was wrong?”
He shook his head, then said, “Maybe. Part of it. It
was so fast. The robe didn’t hang right. There was some