Chapter 0 : 6
Story: He Smashed Her Chow Tray Across the Mess Hall Floor — Then She Rose Holding Paper He Never Read
The call came at 03:12, dragging Nora out of a shallow sleep in the chair beside her desk.
"Ma'am." Okafor's voice was tight. "I found him."
Nora was on her feet before the word finished. "Where?"
"Airport in Charleston. He used his credit card to book a rental car under his own name — not smart for a man trying to disappear." A pause. "I checked the GPS on the rental. He's driving north into the mountains. Western North Carolina."
"Give me an address."
"I'll text it to you. Ma'am, the GPS shows him slowing down and stopping at a cabin off a county road. Near a town called Ashville." A pause. "It's a long drive, ma'am. You want me to come with you?"
"No." Nora pulled her boots on, reaching for her cover. "This is something I have to do alone. You stay here and watch the perimeter. If anyone calls asking where I am, you don't know."
She drove through the pre-dawn dark, the rental sedan eating up the miles of empty interstate. The dashboard clock read 04:40 when she turned off the main highway onto a two-lane road that wound up through pine forest. The headlights carved a path through the mist, and the air smelled of wet earth and sap.
The cabin was a small, weathered structure at the end of a gravel drive, the porch light glowing yellow in the gray pre-dawn. A rental SUV was parked outside, dust on the wheels.
Nora parked behind it. She sat for a moment, collecting herself. Then she got out and walked up to the porch.
She knocked once. Twice. There was a long silence. Then the door opened a crack, and Captain Ericson's face appeared in the gap — older than she had expected, lines around the mouth, stubble on the jaw.
"Captain Vance," he said. His voice was flat. "I was wondering how long it would take you."
"May I come in?"
He hesitated. Then he opened the door wide enough for her to step through.
The cabin was small, with a wood stove at one end and a table at the other. Ericson's duffel bag sat in the corner, half-unpacked. A coffee cup steamed on the table.
"I was going to leave in the morning," he said, not looking at her. "I thought if I got far enough away —" He stopped. "I don't know what I thought."
Nora sat down across from him at the table. "Who called you, Ericson?"
He looked at his coffee cup for a long moment. "You're going to ask me to say it out loud, aren't you?"
"Yes."
He let out a long breath. "It wasn't Marcus. It was his lawyer. A woman named Delgado. She called about an hour after you reached me. She told me there was a complication and that I needed to go somewhere quiet for a few days." He looked up. "She said it was for my own protection."
Nora absorbed that. "Did she say why?"
"She said the new commanding officer was stirring things up. That there was an investigation, and that I might get caught in the crossfire if I stayed put." He shook his head. "She was right about that, I guess."
"Who's paying her?"
"I don't know." A pause. "I don't know how this works, Captain. I'm just a guy who signed a paper he shouldn't have signed and got paid for it. I didn't know what I was getting into. I didn't know Marcus was moving vehicles." He looked at her directly. "I thought it was a favor. A friend who needed something signed and didn't want to travel to get it done. I never checked the second page."
Nora studied him. She could see the genuine regret in his eyes, the way his hands were trembling slightly around the coffee cup.
"Delgado called Marcus's office after she called you?"
"I don't know. Probably." Ericson looked at her. "Look, I'll go with you. I'll tell CID everything I know. I'm tired of running."
Nora stood. "Then call CID. Tell them you're ready to give a statement. I'll drive you down myself."
She left the cabin at first light, Ericson in the passenger seat, the duffel bag in the back. The sun was just breaking over the mountains, painting the pine needles orange. They drove in silence for the first hour, heading east toward the coast and the CID office.
Nora's phone buzzed. She glanced at it. Okafor.
"Ma'am, you need to hear this." Okafor's voice was tight. "Someone at the base legal office just called. They received a fax this morning. It's an emergency motion filed on behalf of Captain Marcus Hale, requesting a military protective order against you."
Nora's hands tightened on the wheel. "What?"
"Delgado. She filed it at 0400. It claims you harassed Captain Hale, that you've been conducting a personal vendetta against him, and that you've made various threats against his career." A pause. "The hearing is scheduled for this afternoon. Fourteen hundred. The duty judge has granted an expedited review."
Ericson turned to look at her. "That's her play. Discredit you before your paperwork can land."
Nora drove on, her face unreadable. She thought about the tray on the tile. The two hundred phones raised in the background.
"She's trying to make me look like the bully," she said quietly.
"Yes, ma'am. That's exactly what she's doing."
Nora looked at the road ahead. The sun was fully up now, and the world was bright and unrelenting.
"Then we'd better make sure the paperwork beats the motion," she said. "Drive faster."
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