Alexander’s POV
By noon, the camp reeked of sickness and fear. I knew George and James couldn’t smell like I could, but it was potent. I couldn’t exactly smell the poison like Joanne could, but I knew from the desperate look in her eyes that she was telling the truth.
It made me even more curious about her.
Ultimately, we ended up moving some of the lesser of sick soldiers into the barracks’ building to make room for some of the most severe cases.
“How many soldiers are okay?” I asked as I caught up with James an hour later. Against my better judgment, I allowed Joanne to stay and help George in the medical tent while I went to investigate.
“30,” James replied.
Thirty men. Thirty chances for truth.
“Round them up,” I ordered.
James nodded, and within the hour, I was standing
