CHAPTER FORTY TWO
A few minutes later, Riley parked the car near the barracks, and she, Bill, and Lucy split up to check out individual names from Graham’s list.
Riley’s anxiety was rising.
We’ve got to work fast, she thought.
Word could soon get back to Col. Larson that the FBI agents were still on the base asking questions. There would be hell to pay whenever that happened.
Riley was looking for two privates—Damien Temple and Otto Corbin. She went to their barracks and asked their drill sergeant their whereabouts. The sergeant directed Riley to a skeet shooting range a short distance away.
When Riley walked to the range, she found two young men firing shotguns at their flying targets. It was pretty advanced shooting, and they were hitting the targets consistently.
“Are you Private
