Part 2 I came home after being gone for five years. 005

Tiffany lowered her phone by several inches.

The general continued.

“You were supposed to meet us at the hotel forty minutes ago.”

“I know, sir.”

“Your phone?”

“In the car.”

His eyes moved briefly toward the office.

“Complications?”

“Yes, sir.”

I had worked with General Nathaniel Mercer for almost three years. He was not the sort of commander who asked questions to which he needed immediate answers simply because a room was watching.