Her hands rested on her stomach.
Seven months earlier it had been life.
Now it was only emptiness.
For a long time, Rebecca didn’t cry. Marines learned early how to lock pain away, to place it in a compartment and seal it tight until the mission was finished.
And now she had a mission.
The next morning, a knock sounded at the door.
Two men entered wearing dark suits—Naval Criminal Investigative Service.
One of them, Special Agent Marcus Doyle, pulled a chair beside her bed.