Chapter Eighteen
All the commanding officers from each department were present in the wardroom for breakfast. Although everyone was well aware of the unsavory accusation filed by Gail Carruthers, almost every man present was uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fear, so much like a poison, that it could happen to them. Eric was no fool—he sensed deep down that some of them needed to keep their distance for their own peace of mind. This was the deepest, darkest worry of every man in the military, that it could happen to them, too. It took something really bad to see who stuck by you and who’d let you get pulled down and swallowed in the quicksand.
A few of the officers had been barely able to control their outrage. They’d yelled curses, and he’d seen in each of their eyes that Gail Carruthers
