Chapter Seven
DC sidled up to the door of Sophia’s new room and rapped on it briskly. Sophia and her team had been accommodated in their own area; comfortable, but with cameras watching and a military police detachment just across the hall.
‘It’s me,’ DC said. ‘Can I—?’
‘Come in,’ Sophia said.
The quarters looked comfortable—much like any military barracks he’d had the pleasure of staying in. He found her in the only bedroom with an open door. She was slouched on her bed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, her eyes closed, but she opened them when he closed the door. She looked tired, although he doubted she was sleeping.
‘Have you spoken with Olesya?’ he asked.
‘More or less.’ Her eyelids were red, and her gray eyes bloodshot. ‘So I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you know everyone here aft
