Broken
...Seventh Part: Satoshi...
I sat at my computer, trying to read, but the only thing my mind could focus on was the incessant grinding of saws and pounding of hammers. We were adding on to the building, and even though I worked on the other end of the vicinity, the racket still sounded like it was right on top of my head. I couldn't concentrate.
Wait...
I went back to the notes I had typed up on Krad's kidnapper. 'At least six feet tall, broad stature, calloused hands, mid-to-late-forties, can lift...' I stood up quickly from my seat, nearly knocking the chair over as I did so.
"Commander?" someone worried as they walked by.
"It's nothing," I told them, and walked briskly off to the site of construction.
Was the perpetrator really right under our noses?
I walked around beams or both wood and steel, examining the height of each and every worker as I walked by them. Greatly to my frustration, not one of them stood over 5'9" or possibly 5'10". Not one reached a full six feet, let alone any higher measurement.
"Commander, you shouldn't be in this area," a man I assumed to be the contractor said from behind me. "It's not safe."
I turned to him, taking note of his height as well. The man wasn't much taller than myself.
Grumbling to myself, I headed back to my desk.