The room smelled of stale instant coffee and hot electronics.

I pulled up an Oak Ridge directory and found a family law firm in a strip mall by the highway.

I set up a secure video connection and waited for the receptionist to put me through.

Thomas came up on the screen, sitting in a brightly lit office.

He was fifty-two and dressed in a tailored suit.

He straightened his rimless glasses before looking straight into the camera.

“I specialize in military divorce and custody cases, David.