Chapter 59

“The point is, the drill sergeant was nicer to the kid. Come to find out, it was the instructor in the latrine with him that night and many other nights after.”

Garrett’s knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. Allen’s expression turned from his storytelling voice to a grave and ominous tone.

“Two days before graduation, they found them both dead in the latrine. ‘Fuck in hell, faggots’ was written on the wall in their blood.”

Nausea came in waves as Garrett focused on the road.

“We cleaned up the mess that morning before we started our duties. They called in a new drill sergeant. I’m sure they notified the families, but there was never an investigation as to what happened. Every time my superior officer called me into his office, even four years later, my gut churned at the thought that they’d ask me about what happened that night. They never did. Every time I got called in, it was to congratulate me on a promotion.