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

Told me his older sister was in the military and needed the paperwork taken care of right away.”

“That’s my name on the line,” I said.

“I was working in Washington in March.”

Miller put his mug back on the railing.

He studied the paperwork again.

“He had your identification,” Miller said.

“A military card.

It looked official enough.”