The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

Brooks’ file with black coffee going cold beside my elbow and the Potomac still dark outside the window.

By 6:15, I’d found a problem.

By 7:10, I’d found two.

And by 8:30, I knew why General Halverson was standing in that ballroom instead of home in Virginia watching golf at volume ninety like he usually did on Saturdays.

The File

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