"Are you not telling the truth to me?"
Even though my voice wavered, I was not going to back down. The moment's weight was like a smothering blanket pressing down on me. Rachel was one of the few people I believed I could trust, and I stood in the middle of the dark kitchen of the packhouse, looking down at her.
For a moment, remorse flashed in her eyes as her hand froze in mid-reach toward the kettle. It was enough to give me a heart palpitation.
The faint edge betrayed her as she responded calmly, "What are you talking about, Eli?"
I took a step closer and continued, "You understand exactly what I'm talking about." "The modifications you proposed last week for the patrol timetables. I looked them over. They were not equal. Then there is the message I discovered scribbled in the dirt
