CHAPTER TWELVEAugust 2006
A few days later, Briggs was on his hands and knees cleaning the interior of his boat.
“How are you, old man?” a voice boomed behind him.
Briggs stood and turned toward the man standing on the dock.
“I’ll be damned. Lieutenant Check!” Briggs hopped onto the dock and extended his hand. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, that’s a long story, which I’ll explain to you when you take me fishing tomorrow.”
“You bet. Errr . . . did you get out or something?” Briggs asked, pointing at the moustache on Check’s face.
“Or something,” Check replied laughing. “I’m still a Marine, just working in a different department. That’s why I can get away with the longer hair and a fairly decent moustache. Oh, and I’m a full bird colonel now too.”
“That’s awesome, sir.”
“Listen.
