Chapter 8
It was evening and the last of the girls were out of the woods.
He did a running headcount that was so instinctive to his training that it wasn’t conscious, it simply clicked over to “all accounted for” when the last girl had walked in with Krista. He noticed that the chaperones Mac and Zelda were lingering for a moment back in the shadows as a single outline.
Made him think of getting close to Krista, preferably when he wasn’t on the verge of barfing up some memory.
She’d treated him okay despite his revelation. He’d never told that to anyone, not even his Green Beret buddies when he’d returned after a five-day emergency leave that had been two days of travel, one of visiting the morgue and dealing with Francine’s possessions, and two of arrangements for a funeral only he at
