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| Harm glanced over at Sturgis. "Singer said this?" "She did. Why do you ask?" "Sturgis, tell the Admiral your theory." Sturgis looked ready to deck Harm, but spoke up anyway. "I think she's responsible for Lieutenant Sims being in the hospital." The Admiral crossed his arms. "You really think she would do something like that? I mean, I've seen her do some unorthodox things to get to the top, but that... She smart enough to know what will happen to her if she gets caught." "Sir," Harm said. "Have you talked to Little AJ?" "I have. He said you were with him in his room. He also said you would never hurt his Mommy." Harm had to smile. "Don't get to excited, Commander. The Detective in charge of the case doesn't believe him." Sturgis was confused. "Why not, sir?" "For some reason he thinks Harm is threatening AJ into saying that." He sighed. "I'm afraid the SECNAV asked me to take you to the Brig." Harm stared at his superior officer in shock. This had to be a joke, right? A sick joke. Who would do this to him? Sure, he had plenty of enemies... Palmer? No, he's in Levenworth. Singer? *Wonderful, Sturgis has me thinking like him! * "Commander?" "Sir!" Harm replied. "Are you ready?" Sturgis said he would clean up and lock the apartment. "Thanks," Harm said, shaking his friend's hand. "I'm probably going to need a good lawyer. Know where I can find one?" "You have one." Harm and Sturgis turned to the Admiral. "It's me." ************ Loren Singer sat quietly in her office at JAG. Did she really do it? Yes, she did. She shot Lieutenant Sims. And for what? A promotion? God knows she won't get one if they ever find out it was she. Still... Commander Rabb does everything under the sun wrong and never seems to get demoted. What's so special about him? *Cut it out, Loren! This is ridiculous. All you have to do is go to the Admiral and tell him what really happened. You can say it was an accident, a mistake. * She laughed. Who was she kidding? No one would believe that! She would just have to leave Harm to his fate. After all, he's gotten out of worse situations before. *********** "How's the joint, Commander?" Harm looked up to see Mac standing in front of him. "Welcome to my humble abode, Colonel," he replied bitterly. "I take it you're not having fun?" Mac asked. "You have a knack for stating the obvious," Harm said, standing up. "I'm feeling trapped. In more ways than one." She nodded. "We're working on it, Harm. Sturgis is going to be with Detective Hardy when he interviews Singer. He's still determined to believe she's the one who's framing you." "Evidence is but one word." "Harm, I can't believe you! You will fight for everyone you can and now, when you need to fight for yourself, you're giving up? What the hell is the matter with you?" "Do you think I did it?" Mac glared at him. He should know the answer to that. "I've been in here for a day and half and I haven't heard you say it. Mac, I need to hear it from your lips." Mac's expression softened. "Of course I don't think you did it. I know you would never hurt any of your friends. I'm sorry, Harm, I didn't even realize how much you needed to hear it." He smiled sadly. "Your opinion is what matters most to me, Mac. It might not always seem like it, but it's true. I--" Harm was cut off by Sturgis. *Great timing, * he muttered to himself. "Mac, I didn't know you were here." "Just visiting. What did you learn from Singer?" Sturgis frowned. "That Harm wasn't the only visitor to Harriet and Bud's apartment." ************ The call came in late that night. Singer rubbed her eyes and reached for the phone. "It's time for you to kill Lieutenant Sims. Kill her so we can both get what we want. Revenge against Harmon Rabb, Jr." Before Singer could reply, the caller hung up. "Damn you, Coster!" She did not want to kill Harriet. She was tired of this whole mess. Singer decided she was going to tell the truth. Mac didn't visit Harriet; it was just she and Harm. Singer picked up some paper and began writing letters to Harm, Mac, and Harriet. If something happened to her, she wanted them to know what she had done and how wrong she knew it had been. She signed her name to the last letter and headed out to her car. However, she never made it. She heard the shot before it hit her in the head. With one last breath, she whispered, "I'm sorry..." |
