Not Birwood Lane.

That’s how they ended up serving your commanding officer instead of your front door.”

I leaned back in the chair.

Nine years in uniform, and I had never once had a piece of paper question my home address.

“I spent nine years doing court work in the JAG Corps before I came home to do this,” Clare said.

“I know what a trap looks like when somebody sets it on paper.

Now take a look at this one.”