The General Didn’t Look At My Sister

the table.

The sound of the clasp snapping open was small. It still made Colonel Dorn twitch.

I slid out the first marked copy.

“Your October evaluation from last year,” I said. “The one stating you supervised joint logistics operations at Al Udeid for eleven months.”

“I did.”

“No. You assisted on a temporary planning cell for nine weeks. The duty code continue reading …