surroundings. There were DPS Troopers and FBI agents scattered about the scene.
The troopers were mostly former colleagues. There was the agent who’d called them in on the case standing beside another man that appeared to be his counterpart. A short distance from them was a younger agent who appeared to be daydreaming. She thought it might be a coping mechanism. It must be difficult to face the situations they did each and every day. She certainly didn’t want to relive this nightmarish SWAT call. Agent Campos strolled over to her. “Marguerite Kinicki, correct?”
“How do you know my full name, Agent Campos?”
“Call me Diego. Everyone in Arizona knows the name of the first female who made DPS Swat. When does the media tour start?”
“It doesn’t.” She tried to control the shaking in her hands. “What’s going to happen to them now?” She waited for his answer.
“To the ladies? They’ll be treated medically. We’ll find out where they came from and try to reunite them with their families.”
“Do you do that yourself?”
“No. That will be handled by another team. I’ll interview them, of course. We need to find out exactly what was happening down there. Some of the story is obvious, but they’ll have more details to share once they overcome their fear.”
“Does that ever happen?”
“Not really. There is no recovering from what they endured.”
“I didn’t think so. What about the younger girls?”
“They may be more resilient than you’d expect.”
“Looks like we’re loading up.”
He took a card from his wallet. “If you want to check up on the girls I can make it happen.”