But not because someone was hunting me.”
“Then why?”
Melissa looked at the floor.
“Because of you.”
The room went still.
“What?”
She opened the envelope.
Inside was a photograph.
Fallujah.
Six young men in dusty uniforms standing beside an armored vehicle.
I recognized myself instantly.
Twenty-four years old.
Lean.
Sunburned.
Alive in a way I had forgotten.
Beside me stood Danny Ruiz.
My best friend.
The man whose folded flag sat in my storage unit.
Melissa touched his face.
“I knew Danny.”
My throat closed.
“How?”
“He was my fiancé.”
I looked at her.
“No.”
“Before Claire ever met you.”
“No.”
Danny never told me.
Or perhaps he had.
We all used first names overseas.
Girlfriend.
Fiancée.
Girl back home.
We rarely exchanged surnames.
Melissa’s eyes filled.
“Danny told me about you constantly.
Cole this.
Cole that.
The crazy guy who could sleep through mortar fire.
The guy who carried him six miles after he broke his ankle in training.”
I sat down.
Danny had died during our final deployment together.
Not in combat.
After.
Back stateside.
He overdosed in a motel outside Norfolk.
At least that was what the report said.
Melissa pushed another paper toward me.
A letter.
Danny’s handwriting.
I knew it immediately.
“Read the last paragraph,” she said.
My hands shook.
The letter was dated six days before he died.
I read.
Most of it was ordinary.
Regret.
Fear.
Plans to get clean.
Then the final paragraph.
Cole doesn’t know any of this.
Keep it that way.
He already carries enough ghosts.
If something happens to me, make sure he understands someday that Fallujah wasn’t his fault.
My eyes blurred.
Below that:
Robert said he’ll watch over him if I can’t.
Robert.
My uncle.
I looked at Melissa.
“What did Robert have to do with Danny?”
She swallowed.
“They knew each other.”
“How?”
“Robert wasn’t only in commercial real estate.”
I almost smiled.
Of course he wasn’t.
Nothing in my life was what I had thought.
“What was he?”
“Danny called him an asset manager.”
“That means nothing.”
“In his world it meant something else.”
Intelligence.
I leaned back.
Melissa continued.
“Robert helped relocate me after Danny died.
Claire knew.
My parents knew.
Everyone agreed it was better if I disappeared.”
“Why fake your death?”
“Because I had evidence about the network selling pills through military communities around Norfolk.
