The group from Eagle Creek clustered together around one of the small tables in the mess hall. Meriel stirred sugar into her tea, tapped the utensil on the edge of the cup, and set it aside. She listened with half an ear as each of them took turns reporting to Mac about their day. Raising the teacup to her lips, she blew across its steaming surface and took a cautious first sip.
“Here she is, sir.”
Meriel and the rest of the women looked up to see Amber leading a uniformed man with sergeant stripes on his shoulders to their table.
“Which one?” the sergeant asked, eyes flicking over the group.
To Meriel’s astonishment, Amber pointed directly at her. “What—?”
“Meriel Sarzorwyn?” the sergeant asked crisply, pulling a clipboard from under his arm and scan