He made a show of handing me a napkin and dropped his voice as well. “He went through that door.” It was concealed by shadows. “Shall I go after him?”
“Yeah. He was chummy with Senator Wexler. See if you can learn anything about him.” I raised my voice slightly. “You’re right, these are good.” I took another one.
He smiled and went off to continue his rounds. Within a matter of minutes, he had vanished.
“Vincent!”
I turned around, a grin pinned on my face. “Major Drum.” No one else could make my name sound like a curse.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“I could say the same. How’s your ass?”
It seemed to take an effort for him not to reach for the butt cheek that had been tattooed. He glared at me.
“Jon.” It was Lieutenant Colonel Francis. “Don’t start.”
“Friiitttzzz.”
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