Chapter Twenty
Chap was tired. The early morning flight, the visit to Central Army Records Office and his search of Eddie Dickson’s home had left him exhausted and frustrated. All these things only compounded his already moody disposition.
He showered again, standing for a long time under the spray, hoping the hot water would reinvigorate him. It didn’t. Now, he sat on the edge of his bed flicking through the pages of the Dickson file and searching his mind to find a common thread connecting all that he now knew. His mind was crowded with thoughts of his three former comrades. His efforts to make some sense of it all had, to date, been to no avail. On the surface, there appeared to be nothing to be found. But there was something. There was always something. He had been investigating murd
