“Who was last?”
“The female medic who saved my life. I got shot up at the last moment by a twelve-year-old kid who picked up his dead father’s AK-47 when no one had eyes on him. One of the helicopter crew chiefs killed the kid. At least I was spared that.”
Jane didn’t know what to say. Her dusty stonemason was so much more than she’d ever imagined.
“Were you a SEAL or one of those other things?”
That earned her a brief smile despite the grim topic. “One of those ‘other things.’ Sergeant in Delta Force on loan to the SAS for a year. I spent an amazing year fighting beside the best soldiers the Brits ever produced. Delta was originally based on the SAS and the two worked together pretty closely. Still do.” His last words were filled with that pain again.
Straight shooter?
Used to be.
