“God, I must smell like a horse after a long run. Ugh!” June sniffed.
“There’s someone back there but it’s blurry, to begin with, then in the next shot, they seem to be heading toward the photographer. It appears in the first photo as if their undivided attention is solely on Jackson. Then in the next shot, as they head toward the photographer you can clearly see they are angry.”
By the time they’d set up camp, Nigel was on his hand-held device talking with his base camp and when he was done, explained the other crews hadn’t found anything thus far but there had been a development.
“Nigel, can we take a minute and see if the clues add up to anything? I keep revisiting your idea that the manner he’s dropped them has meaning and it’s teasing my brain; I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it matters.
“I’ve solved a few of those cases. Sometimes it can be good news, sometimes it’s simply tragic. There’s nothing worse than having a family member disappear off the face of the earth…the not knowing can eat away at the family forever.”
“If Jackson was the intended target, Roland’s presence might have caught them off guard. Maybe they didn’t know how to handle the situation and took him along too, or maybe they needed him.”