Chapter 4
Pete sat at the picnic table, or whatever meal you called it when you were eating hamburgers and chips at six a.m. after working all night. They were at a group of run-down wooden tables that were slowly decaying outside the Ech Heliport office building. A food truck along with a couple of Army cooks had pulled in alongside, fired up, and begun feeding them as daylight broke over the field.
Pete contemplated the situation. “How much trouble will I get in for murdering my commanding officer?” He ignored the sour expression on Cass’ face. They’d known each other far too long for that look to scare him.
“Well,” Danielle took a bite of her grilled chicken after cutting it neatly with a knife and fork.
He was so tired he doubted if he’d trust himself with such dangerous implements
