Chapter Eleven
The following day, Teddy followed Ric toward the VFW post to meet with Commander Wright. The time spent combing the history books to determine the significance of the date on the metal disk had been a waste. They’d come up empty. Must be a personal event, and with any luck, the commander could shed some light on it.
They entered the post, and she hesitated to let her eyes adjust to the dimness. Light from a single fixture in the center of the room leaked through the hazy cigarette smoke. Teddy waved a hand in front of her face in a futile attempt to clear the air. She gave up and tried to breathe as little as possible.
A group of men shot pool in the far corner while a foursome near the door played poker. The commander rose from a chair against the wall and strode across
