The vest landed on the table between them.
“Where are the other six?”
Specialist Jordan Blake stared at his supply sergeant.
“I don’t know.”
Sergeant Harlan laughed once.
“No?”
“No, Sergeant.”
“Six ballistic vests disappear from your cage and you don’t know?”
Jordan’s stomach tightened.
He had been responsible for the equipment room for only three weeks.
Nothing had gone missing before.
Now inventory showed six protective vests unaccounted for.
Expensive equipment.
Controlled equipment.
Equipment no soldier was supposed to remove without documentation.
And Jordan’s access card had opened the cage at 2:13 that morning.
“I was asleep.”
Harlan pushed the access log toward him.
“Your card wasn’t.”
Jordan stared at the entry.
02:13.
His room was across the installation.
He remembered going to sleep around midnight.
His access card had been inside his wallet.
At least he thought it had.
“Someone used my card.”
“That’s convenient.”
“It’s true.”
Harlan leaned closer.
“Who has access to your wallet?”
