I didn’t answer him.

I went to the back of my sedan, unlocked the trunk, and found my green canvas duffel lying flat on the rubber mat by the spare tire.

My black leather boot box had been shoved in next to it.

I closed the trunk, got in behind the wheel, and backed out into the street without a backward glance at the porch.

At six thirty I met Captain Morales in a corner booth at the highway diner three miles outside the main base gate.