The Command That Never Ends
Between the two of us, in a hospital doorway, the true shape of the thing began to surface.
Chapter 12 — Major Rourke
“Major Rourke,” I said, and my voice was barely above a whisper, though it cut through the room like a blade.
My executive officer.
The man who had introduced Preston to my family at a charity gala in Raleigh.
The man who had assured me, warmly, that the Langfords were old money and good people, that Amara would be well cared for.