The last object in the room in Wilder's foot-locker.<br/><br/>There is nothing out of order here. But that is what strikes Siobhan. The neatness of the foot-locker. Every military trainee ever has laid out the contents of a footlocker with precision during training. But even the neatest, most order-sensitive soldier doesn't maintain that standard.<br/><br/>Wilder has been dead for less than forty-eight hours, but she is increasingly convinced that if he didn't live somewhere else, this room was cleared out. Cleaned. Arranged. No doubt these socks and underwear, fresh, never worn, will be boxed up and sent to Wilder's family as his personal effects, with the picture of the Eddy and the woman still on the dresser left on top.<br/><br/>Bidwell sent Ortega because he's an outsider. Probably never been in Wilder's room. But someone came here shortly after the news broke of the man's death.<br/><br/>Wilder's personal effects are out there somewhere.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Ortega is leaning against the hood of the jeep, his jacket's shoulders wet from melting snow. He straightens as you approach and hops into the driver's seat of the jeep, under the canvas top.<br/><br/>"Back to the hangar?"