again, for the record, and in her presence.”

Sherman looked to Karen. Her first instincts were to refuse to leave. On the other hand, that would just provoke an impasse. These senior officers could get Sherman by himself anytime they wanted to, just by issuing some well-timed direct orders taking her out of the building.

She had to swallow to find her voice.

“I advise you to commit to nothing beyond what the admiral has just proposed,” she said to Sherman. “And if you don’t want to go along with this, you have the right to request formal proceedings.”

“If you do, those proceedings might be called a courtmartial,” Carpenter said. “I advise you to listen to what Admiral Kensington has to say. I remind you that he just off the phone with the Vice Chief of Naval Operations.”

“Very well,” Sherman said. His voice was firm, but he had that mousetrapped look on his face again.

“Then I’ll wait outside,” Karen said, looking at Vannoyt.

“In the outer office, if you think there’s room.”

Vannoyt glared at her and Karen left, closing the door forcefully behind her. The EA looked up at her with the beginnings of a smirk on his face, saw her expression, and retreated back to his paperwork. Karen went to the far end of the outer office, over by the front door, sat down, and tried to compose herself Her professional talent and good looks had carried her a long way into the inner and senior circles of the Navy JAG world, but she had just learned that there was-at least one private club of which she was definitely not a member.

And her move to become Sherman’s counsel-where the hell had that come from? It changed everything. She was no longer working for Carpenter as far as the Sherman case was concerned. It also split her efforts from Train’s: Train was working for the JAG. You better call him. Tell him what’s happened.

She got up and asked to use a phone, and one of the yeomen turned his telephone around on his desk. She dialed Train’s number in Aquia.

Hiroshi answered.

“He’s not here,” Hiroshi said. “He took your car.”

Karen swore softly under her breath. “Going where, Hiroshi?”

“Cherry Hill. He took Gutter.”

Karen thanked him, hung up, and went back to her seat.

I knew it. He is going after that kid. At least he has the dog with him.

She hoped that the kid was all he ran into up there in the weeds. She concentrated on summoning up what she knew about the military law of individual rights. That’s almost an oxymoron, she thought.

Train drove slowly up the dirt track, finally coming upon two more trailers sprawled across a muddy clearing. He saw three large motorcycles parked under a makeshift lean-to.

Two men were changing the rear tire on a fourth motorcycle by the side of the dirt road, and the larger one of them straightened up as the Explorer came into view.

Train slowed as the big ihan moved into the lane to block the way. He looked to be in his early forties, and he was dressed in greasy jeans, combat boots, and a filthy sleeveless undershirt. Emphasis on big, Train thought as he stopped.

Gorilla-sized, maybe slightly less intelligence. He had a full flowing black beard that reached his chest and an oily ponytail of equal length hanging down his neck like a drowned rat. His glaring eyes bulged dangerously The other man looked positively anorexic, with thin, pale arms showing below an olive drab T-shirt that flapped over ancient Army fatigue trousers and scabrous sandals. There was something wrong with his face, as if it had been knocked sideways a long time ago and badly reset. Train thought he saw a thin line of drool visible on his chin. He remained crouching by the bike, watching the bearded one’ the way a smaller dog watches a larger one around the food bowl. - Train stopped the Explorer and ordered Gutter, who was lying in the rightrear seat, to stay down. Then he got out, leaving his door open. “The hell you want?” demanded the big man after spitting a brown glop of chewing tobacco into the dirt right in front of Train. His pawlike hands were twitching as if they were longing for the feel of an ax handle.

“I’m going up this hill,” Train said equably. He concentrated on Beard while keeping an eye on Drool.

Beard hunched his considerable shoulders and leaned forward. “The hell you are., Bud. This here’s private. Turn that piece a Yuppie shit around and git your ass outta here.”

“Or?’ I

“Or?’ ” The man exclaimed in mock surprise, straightening up.

“Or!” He grinned down at Drool then, as if his morning had just been made. “Or I’ll throw your ass and that Ford down the goddamn hill. How’s that sound to you, asshole?” As he spoke, he reached down to pick up a tire and then began to smack it gently into his left palm.

Train spoke one -word, and Gutter came out of the car to stand next to Train, who quietly gave him the growl command.

When Gutter rumbled, Drool dried right up and began to scuttle backward, away from the motorcycle, on -his hands and heels. Beard frowned.

“Which one of you is rare?” Train asked.

Beard was still frowning. ““Fuck’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

“Dog here likes his meat rare,” Train explained, eyeing Drool. “So which one of you is rare?”

That did it for Drool, who bolted for the trailer, not stopping until he was safely through the flimsy metal door. Both Train and Beard heard him lock it. ‘fsounds like he locked it,” Train announced. “Guess that means you’re rare.” He raised his hand as if to give Gutter a command, and Gutter obliged by notching up the volume and showing another yard or so of teeth. Out of the corner of his eye, Train saw a shade flutter across the single front window in the trailer.

“Hey, man, hey, wait a goddamn minute here,” the big man complained, backing up now, the tire iron dropping conspicuously out of his hand.

“You wanna go up the goddamn hill, play in the snakes, that’s cool. You go right the hell ahead. We didn’t mean nothin’, awright?”

Train silenced the dog and flashed his ID. “I’m a federal agent,” he said. “You go back in your trailer with your girlfriend there, and you stay in there until you hear me leave. I’ll be leaving the dog on watch when I get up there.

You or anybody else goesup there will be disemboweled.

You understand disemboweled, do you?” The big man continued to back up, his eyes still locked on the dog.

“Yeah, right. Got it. No problem.” Then he turned and walked quickly to the door and beat on it for Drool to open up. The whole trailer shook.

He was still banging on the trailer when Train got back into the Explorer and resumed his climb up the hill, with Gutter outside, trotting conspicuously alongside the car.

After fifteen minutes of cooling her heels in the front office, Karen was startled when the buzzer went off on the EA’s desk. He picked up a black handset, listened attentively, and then said, “Yes, sir. Right away, sir. ” He hung up the phone and looked over at Karen.

“The DCNO would like you to come in,” he announced.

Karen took a deep breath, got up, and walked back over to the closed door leading into Kensington’s office, ignoring the curious stares from the office staff. She knocked once and then opened the door.

Kensington was now sitting at his desk, his uniform coat still buttoned up. His face was tight with anger. Sherman was standing in front of the desk, and the other two admirals were sitting in adjacent chairs to one side. The, tension in the room was palpable, reinforced by Sherman’s expression of defiance. Karen walked over to stand beside Sherman, trying to keep the nervousness out of her own face.

“All right,” Kensington snapped. “She’s here., Now I want an answer.”

Sherman turned to her. “They want to know where I was on Thursday and Friday. I don’t think they need to know that. “

“Why does it matter?”

Karen asked the room at large, stalling for time.

“Because the admiral was technically an unauthorized absentee from his place of duty-to wit, the selection board,” Carpenter interjected. “We assume he had a good and sufficient reason for being so absent, but that

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