He didn’t look at Glenn.

Miller snapped off a stiff, perfect salute.

He held it until I rose from the bench.

“Good morning, General,” Miller said, still holding the salute.

His voice rang out crisp and loud in the narrow hallway.

Brandt went white as a sheet.

He reached for his heavy key ring and fumbled the metal rings twice before he got the door open.

“I apologize for the delay, ma’am,” Miller said.