Surely he was overreacting. Corporal McGrunner had probably escorted the women home.Jamison pulled out his cell phone. Three voice mails. The first was from Michele. “We have to stop by Alice Rossi’s house on the way home. Mac’s following us, so you needn’t worry.”Jamison couldn’t calm the alarm clanging through his head. He tapped into the second message. Corporal McGrunner’s voice. All Jamison could hear was the worry in the soldier’s usually calm baritone.“Sir, I was following Mrs. Logan and her daughter back to their quarters. A traffic jam formed as I was getting out of the parking area and onto the main road. I...ah... Well, sir, they drove on. As soon as I could get free, I headed along the route we used earlier, but I can’t locate them. I’m at their quarters now, and Stiles is the only one here. What should I do, sir? Where should I look?”Jamison’s gut tightened. Shoving aside his need to punch a hole in the brick wall of the auditorium, he raced to his car and hit the prompt for the third call.Michele’s voice.
