Chapter Twenty-ThreeHunched over the desk, Van pressed the telephone receiver closer to his ear. He should have found another place from which to make the call. The bedlam behind him nearly drowned out his editor’s voice on the other end of the phone. He was disappointed at not being tapped for the invasion force, but grousing didn’t change the situation. Didn’t the other guys understand there was enough news to go around?
A dry laugh escaped. He used to be like the others, pushing down colleagues to be first in line for the best assignments. Mere months ago, he’d have complained if he wasn’t picked for the invasion team. What had changed?
Cora’s face appeared in his mind, and he smiled. Not what, but who. His sweet, beautiful partner was the difference in his life. Not that he was lacka
