Capítulo 207: Chapter 207: Nasar, Killam

Tuesday. New York.

NASAR SANK DOWN FARTHER in the front seat of his borrowed truck.

He'd followed Daniel Smith to the Air Force base that morning, and the man hadn't yet left.

Was it possible he'd been telling the truth? If he was, then where was the rest of the information coming from?

Nasar scrolled the Facebook page of one of Daniel's cousins, a pretty blonde girl who was maybe a year or two younger than him. Like most American girls, she documented her every waking moment online and little of it was made private.

He'd scrolled back almost ten years, drinking in Daniel Smith's story.

Every family member Nasar had investigated all said the same thing.

Daniel fixed planes.

He didn't fly drones.

If that was the case, why had Nasar been told differently?

He set the phone down.