Vivian Harmon, the colonel’s wife, rolled her window down two inches and looked at me over the top of her sunglasses.

The thin gold chain on her wrist was wound twice around her finger.

“Sergeant.

I hear you’ve been visiting offices.”

“I go where my duty takes me, ma’am.”

“You’ll find that questions get expensive.” She smiled.

“Three children, isn’t it?

In quarters up on Custer.”