When the colonel finally showed up, his gaze zeroed in on the only person in his entire office wearing civilian clothes. “Detective Macon, this way.” He directed Jonah past his assistant’s desk and into his private office. “Sorry to put you on hold.” “No problem, sir.” Fowler was tall, slim, and had the super-erect posture of an army lifer. Jonah waited for him to sit and took a plastic chair on the other side of a gray metal desk. The colonel’s desktop, like his uniform, was immaculate. “All the way up from Texas.” Fowler leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head. “What do you think of Benning?” “Same as I remember it.” Jonah was playing the veteran card here, and both of them knew it. “Long trip. Wish I had better news for you.” “How’s that, sir?” “You’re here about James Himmel. I’m afraid I don’t remember a damn thing about him, besides what I read in his file on Friday. Believe we sent you guys a copy of that.” They had.
