Chapter 5

The rumble of male voices as they kibitzed and laughed at their task reminded Blaze how much he missed the camaraderie among his former counterterrorism teammates. That life was over now he’d retired, and while this was a good thing, it didn’t erase missing his friends. There were times he felt so lonely, he thought he couldn’t stand it. He and his teammates had shared and spoken of harrowing, painful experiences they couldn’t talk—not ever talk—about with anyone else, not even lovers or spouses. You didn’t want to burden anyone else with the horrors of war.

He walked from student to student to offer help, to redirect and answer questions. Although intent on his students, he was alert, always aware with his superior hearing and vision of what was happening beyond the windows. Whenever possible and without conscious thought, he kept his back to a wall.

There were some habits so ingrained you didn’t—couldn’t—forget.