Dean reached beneath his uniform blouse.
He removed a small notebook.
Hart stared at it.
“What is that?”
“A list.”
“Of what?”
Dean hesitated.
“People who went through this room.”
Hart took the notebook.
There were names.
Dates.
Dozens of them.
Some soldiers had transferred.
Some had left the service.
One name stopped her.
Captain Andrew Hart.
Her son.
Evelyn’s hand went completely still.
Andrew had resigned from the Army four years earlier without ever explaining why.
She looked at Dean.
“Where did you get this?”
“He gave it to me.”
Hart could barely speak.
“My son?”
Dean nodded.
“When?”
“Three days ago.”
Her chest tightened.
“You’ve been speaking to Andrew?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
