CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The secretary ushered the agents inside and closed the door behind them.
Col. Adams’s office was not at all what Riley had expected. She remembered visiting her own father’s Marine office once or twice when she’d been a little girl. His workplace had been small and Spartan, with a few pieces of sturdy old furniture and a cluttered desk. Her father had wanted it that way. As far as he’d been concerned, he was a simple soldier.
By comparison, this one was large and opulent. Its location in the upper corner of the building provided a terrific view of the base and the ocean beyond. Tall shelves were filled with leather-bound military histories that looked old and valuable. The big desk was polished wood with very little clutter, just a lamp, a blotter, family photos, and a p
