I had one more financial asset to lock down before Kendra could get to it.

At five I walked over to the base supply shed.

The corrugated metal building held rows of replacement gear and admin forms.

A lone fluorescent bulb buzzed overhead.

I found the personnel clerk, a corporal named Jensen, sorting mailboxes in the corner.

“I need a Servicemembers’ Group Life Insurance update form,” I said.

Jensen took a paper packet out of a filing cabinet and passed it over the counter.

“A package came in for you on the afternoon flight, Sergeant,” Jensen said.