The next morning broke with blue skies and sunshine so bright that it almost felt warm to those beneath it. The three MPs, their armbands firmly in place, once again sat before Captain Fitzhugh’s desk. All three held steaming cups of coffee, supplied by the industrious Sergeant Andrews, though none had dared drink the liquid after an initial taste revealed it was probably better suited as boot cleaner. Still, the cups helped keep cold hands warm and that was good enough.
‘You’re telling me you had a whole day and learned nothing?’ Fitzhugh asked, disappointed.
‘I’m pretty sure there was nothing to know,’ Ash said. ‘The men who barter such information are now on the case and will hopefully come up with something. Amongst the troopers, all I found was stories, and none were credible enough
