The agents never asked how he knew to build a pit. Sure, the topic was briefly mentioned in class, but never in enough detail to be a taught skill.

He could tell the Italian one thought about it. He knew that crinkle around the man's eyes anywhere. It was almost the same one a certain bald general had when he was caught paying attention to a certain astrophysicist's presentation.

Damn, but Bailey had been a good kid. Smart too, like… like someone from a lifetime ago.

Redding sighed and shook away any memories of being a man called Jack.