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

A chair creaked on his end, followed by the heavy thump of boots landing on a wooden desk.

“You want to hand over the rest of your equity in the estate,” Glenn said.

“I want my name cut loose from you completely,” I said.

“If I sign a formal release, will you promise to stay away from my promotion ceremony?”

“I’ll even buy you a nice card,” Glenn said.

“I’m having Arthur Vance draw up the surrender papers this afternoon,” I said.

“Don’t expect me to cover his legal bill,” Glenn said.