We weren't sure where he was.

 

The Bureau could only tell which agent had been there the day before, and Tuesday's man had been found hanging from a tree down a small lane just after midnight on Wednesday morning. Typically, movements are memorized and not shared; for security. It is departmental policy that inter-agent communication be kept to a minimum, preferably eliminated entirely, although this can prove challenging at midnight changeover. It's the only time they see each other and train as hard as they like, after months on a job, circadian rhythms can sometimes catch an extra beat. Tuesday, the man in the tree, had been obsessed with personal security, assiduous to the point of self-harm, the sort of man who might consider bathroom spray if he ran out of mouthwash. Whatever circumstances left him dangling, it was hard to imagine. I'll have to tell his wife before I release his name.

Where is Wednesday's man?