The Enemy

circle. Some are based here. Some showed and went away again. Some never showed at all.”
    “Did you hear anything about the agenda?”
    “I wouldn’t expect to. Was it important?”
    “I don’t know. Vassell and Coomer said there wasn’t one.”
    “There’s always an agenda.”
    “That’s what I figured.”
    “I’ll keep my ears open.”
    “Happy New Year,” I said. Then I put the phone down and sat quiet. Thought hard. Calvin Franz was one of the good guys. Actually, he was one of the
best
guys. Tough, fair, as competent as the day was long. Nothing ever knocked him off his stride. I had been happy enough to leave Panama, knowing that he was still there. But he wasn’t still there. I wasn’t there, and he wasn’t there. So who the hell was?
    I finished my coffee and carried my mug outside and put it back next to the machine. My sergeant was on the phone. She had a page of scribbled notes in front of her. She held up a finger like she had big news. Then she went back to writing. I went back to my desk. She came in five minutes later with her scribbled page. Thirteen lines, three columns. The third column was made up of numbers. Dates, probably.
    “I got as far as Fort Rucker,” she said. “Then I stopped. Because there’s a very obvious pattern developing.”
    “Tell me,” I said.
    She reeled off thirteen posts, alphabetically. Then she reeled off the names of their MP executive officers. I knew all thirteen names, including Franz’s and my own. Then she reeled off the dates they had been transferred in. Every date was exactly the same. Every date was December 29th. Eight days ago.
    “Say the names again,” I told her.
    She read them again. I nodded. Inside the arcane little world of military law enforcement, if you wanted to pick an all-star squad, and if you thought long and hard about it all through the night, those thirteen names were what you would have come up with. No doubt about it. They made up a major-league, heavy-duty baker’s dozen. There would have been about ten other obvious guys in the mix, but I had no doubt at all that a couple of them would be right there on posts farther along in the alphabet, and the other eight or so in significant places around the globe. And I had no doubt at all that all of them had been there just eight days. Our heavy hitters. I wouldn’t have wanted to say how high or how low I ranked among them individually, but collectively, down there at the field level, we were the army’s top cops, no question about it.
    “Weird,” I said. And it was weird. To shuffle that many specific individuals around on the same day took some kind of will and planning, and to do it during Just Cause took some kind of an urgent motive. The room seemed to go quiet, like I was straining to hear the other shoe fall.
    “I’m going over to the Delta station,” I said.

    I drove myself in a Humvee because I didn’t want to walk. I didn’t know if the asshole Willard was off the post yet, and I didn’t want to cross his path again. The sentry let me into the old prison and I went straight to the adjutant’s office. He was still at his desk, looking a little more tired than when I had seen him in the early morning.
    “It was a training accident,” I said.
    He nodded. “So I heard.”
    “What kind of training was he doing?” I asked.
    “Night maneuvers,” the guy said.
    “Alone?”
    “Escape and evasion, then.”
    “On-post?”
    “OK, he was jogging. Burning off the holiday calories. Whatever.”
    “I need this to sound kosher,” I said. “My name’s going to be on the report.”
    The captain nodded. “Then forget the jogging. I don’t think Carbone was a runner. He was more of a gym rat. A lot of them are.”
    “A lot of who are?”
    He looked straight at me.
    “Delta guys,” he said.
    “Did he have a specialization?”
    “They’re all generalists. They’re all good at everything.”
    “Not radio, not medic?”
    “They all do radio. And they’re all medics. It’s a safeguard. If they’re captured individually, they can claim to be the company medic. Might save them from a bullet. And they can demonstrate the expertise, if they’re tested.”
    “Any medical training take place at night?”
    The captain shook his head. “Not specifically.”
    “Could he have been out testing comms gear?”
    “He could have been out road testing a vehicle,” the captain said. “He was good with mechanical things. I guess as much as anyone he looked