Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell

“There’s nothing on the shelves to count,” I said.

A loud mechanical whine started up in the office behind him.

It sounded like a heavy-duty paper shredder going full blast.

“Supply chain problems,” Glenn said.

“The whole country’s dealing with it.”

I took a step toward the office door.

The shredding grew louder.

“Are you shredding documents in there?” I asked.