His hand was jammed deep in his coat pocket, but I could see his thumb working over the silver crest ring on his finger.

His mouth twitched, but nothing came out.

Evelyn took his elbow and steered him down the side ramp toward Richard’s black SUV waiting in the turnaround.

Richard came down the main steps ten feet behind them, a leather briefcase in one hand and a travel mug in the other.

He stopped next to Miller, adjusted his gold cufflinks with his thumb, and looked down at my boots.

“You ought to be at the base, Madison,” Richard said.