Chapter Five
Leia dabbed her napkin to her lips, and looked Tate straight in the eye. “Whoever you are, you aren’t Ben Derringer.”
“I didn’t say I was.” Tate watched her carefully. “I said I’m the man you thought was Derringer in that ICU room two years ago. But I’m curious about something. My face was like raw hamburger from the IED blast and completely bandaged. Even my eyes were covered while they healed. The one time you saw my face after the bandages were removed it was before a few skin grafts and the best plastic surgery the government can buy. So how did you know for certain I’m not Ben Derringer?”
“The same way I knew Ben didn’t really die under the knife after his appendix supposedly burst two years ago. After I couldn’t get answers from your superior officers or your surgeon,
