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Nebbish
Tony stared at the nebbish through the viewing room window into the interrogation room. He couldn't help wondering how someone as weak willed as her had ended up involved in this. Oh wait, yes he could. They'd clearly threatened her.
Still now that NCIS had her, they should be home free. That's when it dawned on him that Gibbs wasn't getting anywhere. He'd pulled out and sent Tim in who wasn't having any luck either. It wasn't that they weren't asking the right questions.
No this female nebbish only spoke an obscure dialect of one of the many African languages. How were they supposed to find the real people behind the murder like this?
