"Hand it over, Coleman!" Jack put out his hand.
"What, sir?"
"Whatever it is you"re concealing behind your back. Come on now: hand it over."
"It"s nothing, sir." Coleman produced both hands but was unable to stop the small sound of something landing on the shingle.
"Step away, man!" Jack ordered.
O"Neill pushed Coleman aside. A rough handkerchief lay on the shingle, wrapped around something. Jack picked it up and unfastened the bow on top. There were a few copper coins inside.
"These are Russian," Jack said. "You"ve been looting."
Coleman nodded. "Everybody does it," he said, defensively. "Officers as well as the men."
Jack remembered the two golden statues he"d removed from the Burmese temple. He felt the other men crowd around him and knew they waited to see what he would do. Off
