Evan POV
I laughed as I took note of the meaning behind November Juliet.
"So, T," said Ray. "What's it like with the girl in the Humvee? Gotta make things more interesting."
"Dude, it's weird," Holsey said. "She just…gets people. She's even got Doc fucked up."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"It's hard to explain," he continued. "But like, nothing bothers her. We can talk shit, and Doc has been a real asshole to her, and she just rolls with it. I mean, y'all know how Doc is. Dude gets mad at something and takes it out on the people around him. Most women freak the fuck out about that shit, but she just says, 'I know it has nothing to do with me,' and just…handles him. And Baptista is always hitting on her, but she never tells him off or anything. She doesn't flirt either. She just…handles him too, I guess. She's a different girl, man."
"Well, shit," said Ray.
"Reporter, you've worked with her, back me up," Holsey said.
I cleared my throat. "Well, I only worked with Holly one time while she was in college. She was a really sweet girl. Studying to be a midwife."
"What the fuck is a midwife?" asked Chaffin.
"It's a person who helps women have babies," I explained. "I'm not totally sure on the specifics or why it's different from a doctor."
"So, why's she so special, I wonder," Rudy said.
"She said her dad's a Marine," Holsey said. "Maybe she's just used to this bullshit."
"Her dad is a Marine?" Ray echoed.
"Yeah, a lieutenant colonel," Holsey told him.
I had been taking a sip of coffee and I choked on it. I coughed while the guys laughed.
"You okay, reporter?" asked Rudy.
"Yeah," I said through watery eyes. "But I just realized something and I can't believe I didn't make this connection before."
"What is it?" asked Holsey.
"Holly's last name," I said. "It's Ferrando."

It was dead silent for several moments as all the men in the circle stared at me.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" shouted Ray.
"No," said Holsey, shaking his head. "No fuckin' way she's Godfather's daughter."
"Dude," said Ray, laughing. "Trombley shot fucking Godfather's daughter!"
"This shit just keeps getting worse for him," Chaffin added, also laughing.
"Someone should tell him," Wynn spoke up. "Or let someone know. I mean, it is his daughter."
"We don't know that for sure," Holsey said. "Could just be that they share the name."
"But how likely is it that they have the same last name and he just happens to have the same job and rank as her father?" I returned.
"And it's not like it's Smith," Pappy said. "It's Ferrando. That's pretty unusual."
"Ask her what her dad's name is, T," Rudy said. "That way we'll know for sure."
"Dude, I don't even wanna know," Holsey protested.
"We need to find out," Wynn said, seriously. "I never thought I'd feel sorry for Godfather, but this is a fuckin' family we're talking about. She's been missing for over a year. He probably thinks she's dead." He stood up. "I'm gonna go let Lieutenant Fick and Doc know."
With that, he left us, heading to his Humvee, no doubt to talk to the lieutenant.