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His assistant was waiting for him when Colonel Arturo Campos set down the Huey helicopter at Davis-Monthan Air Base.
Not a good sign.
He waved Miranda’s and the Chinook’s teams toward the debriefing room—not that there was a whole lot to debrief—then walked up to his Number Two.
“Any word on Moynihan yet?” Arturo still couldn’t believe one of his most senior mechanics would sabotage his plane unless someone had really gotten to him.
“Other than the massive heart attack, nothing, sir. Autopsy is still a couple hours out.”
“Then why the meet-and-greet?”
His assistant looked grim, even grimmer than usual, which was saying something.
“Spill it, man.”
“We lost Major Carl Carmichael in the Nangarhar Province this morning—last night—about ten p.m. our time. Word only just got out to u
