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“O’Malley, walk with me.”
Trisha dropped off her tray at the cleaning station of the officers’ mess and followed Lola Maloney out the door. Had word gotten out about her and Billy? Not that it seemed to matter. He hadn’t waved back when he left the ship last night, as if he didn’t want to acknowledge her. She was still hurt and angry about that, so she shoved it aside for the hundredth time in the last twenty-four hours.
In silence, the Chief Warrant led her up one flight to the helo hangar. In the middle of dinner service there was no one running. The vast, cavernous space echoed with its own silence. It felt as if a whisper would be trapped here and repeat forever.
They walked in silence until they stood at the wide opening in the starboard side where the aircraft elevator ran. Th
