I closed the door of my apartment. I had no intention of going back to my old life until I closed my door and picked the letter up off the floor. I recognized the stamp from a military law firm. Why the hell were they calling me up? I didn’t know anyone in the army. I opened it with my hunting knife. And took it out of the envelope, unfolded it, and began to read it,
“Dear Mr. Harper,
I have sent you this letter as a plea for help. My client; Hope Evans, has mentioned your name to me and I would like you to come with me to discuss your relationship with Miss. Evans. I also understand that you know Corporal Cameron Stevens. I would like to discuss both of these and they may be of help with the divorce proceedings.”
What divorce, who the hell was getting divorced? Had I missed something
