not just let this drop.

 

He pulled out his phone and called Ted Hull. He wanted to fill him in on what

he’d found so far and hoped that the CID agent would reciprocate.

 

An unfamiliar voice answered. “Joyce Mansfield.” “I’m sorry, I must have called

the wrong number.” “What number were you calling?” asked the woman.

 

Puller told her. “No, that’s right. But I just got this number assigned

yesterday.” “The person I was calling works as a special investigator for Army

CID. Are you with CID?” The woman laughed. “I do work for the government. But

I’m with the Department of Agriculture. The only thing I investigate is soil

depletion.” “And you just got this phone number? Are you in a new job?” “No,

been at the same desk for four years. I’m not sure why I got the number, but I

wasn’t about to turn down a new phone. It’s a new Samsung,” she added excitedly.

“Okay, thanks.” Puller clicked off and stared down at his phone.

 

What the hell is going on?

 

He was about to make another call when his phone rang.

 

Don White, his CO, sounded more anxious than Puller had ever heard the man

before. And he didn’t waste any time. “Puller, you’re being reassigned. There’s

a flight to Frankfurt tomorrow that leaves at zero six hundred from Andrews.

You’re going to be on it.” “I don’t understand, sir. I thought I had leave