Chapter 17
Mere hours after Tag’s team finished, naval police had stormed the JAG offices, tipped off by an anonymous call. An ambulance had also been called, though by who, no one could have said.
It had been too late.
Mason and Clary could have told the Masters-at-Arms what to expect. They’d heard Jolene’s gasp when Toby had told her not to say another word. To wait until he left, then open her jugular like a letter, use the silver opener on her desk. Just for fun, stick that fancy gold pen into her eye.
They’d heard it all.
Her single plea. A door clicking shut before they’d even had time to process what they’d just heard.
The strange pop and gurgling sounds she’d made as all the blood had left her body. Irrigating, from the inside out.
No medical team would be able to save Jolen
