CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Early the next morning, Riley stepped in front of fifty soldiers seated in a meeting room. As she looked out at her audience, she sensed a range of emotions there.
The strongest of all was fear.
These were the recruits in Sergeant Richard Fraser’s platoon, and they’d been assembled so Riley could talk with them about his murder. At this moment Bill and Lucy were in a room elsewhere talking with the members of Sergeant Guy Rolsky’s platoon.
The atmosphere here was very different from yesterday’s funeral. Riley had sensed little emotion among most of Sergeant Worthing’s recruits—not even grief.
Now she understood why.
Worthing’s recruits hadn’t had time to process what had happened.
These men and women had.
They’ve had time to get scared, Riley thought.
But she also
