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“We could be in school, you know,” said Rip. He sighed, then sipped his beer. “I’m almost missing the Latin master at the moment.”
Rain lashed against the windows of the officer’s mess. Thirty shook his head. “He’d give you six of the best for forgetting your prep, again ,” he sniped.
“Better than a bullet in the head,” murmured Rip. His eyes stung. He glanced at the empty chair by the fireplace. A half-empty glass of whiskey had been left as a sort of epitaph for the past two days. No one had found the heart to clear it away.