Walking through the pulverized concrete…
Wearing his full service dress blue uniform, his four silver stars catching the remaining halogen downlights…
Came Vice Admiral David Mercer, Chief of Naval Operations.
Beside him walked Major General Michael Grant and United States Attorney Marcus Cooper, holding an unsealed, four-hundred-page federal grand jury indictment stamped with the red wax seal of the UNITED STATES DISTRICT COURT.
And walking between them…
Wearing her grandfather’s twenty-ounce Scottish tweed hacking jacket over her Army service uniform, her hand-welted leather field boots crushing the shattered glass into the floorboards with a clean, concussive *tack… tack… tack*…
Her bronze transit pin and her silver eagles gleaming beneath the downlights, her gaze steady, unbroken, and holding forty decibels of pure polar diamond…
Was Colonel Lauren Eleanor Mercer-Reed.
Me.
The Mother.
The auditor.
Alive.
Beside me walked Staff Sergeant Ben Reed, his service dress blues immaculate, and Scout, sitting tall at his heel.
