Nic scanned the small parking lot of the mini mart. The shopette was a favorite place of the local enlisted from base. It was within walking distance from the base, and had alcohol, cigarettes, and lottery tickets. What more could a young soldier need?
Nic double-checked the small list Claire had sent with her, crumbled it, and tossed it into the cup holder. She could remember four items. Jumping out of the car, she patted her back pockets for her phone and wallet.
Christ.
She could remember the four items and her wallet, but she needed a bungee cord for her phone. She’d left the damn thing at home, again. Shaking her head, she wondered what the hell they all did before technology replaced their minds.
Pushing through the doors, she spotted a couple of shaved tails laughing around the
