I turned back to Hayes. “Colonel, have a transport take me back to Grace Memorial Chapel. The funeral service was interrupted. I intend to finish it.”
“Yes, ma’am. The choppers are standing by.”
As I walked out of the ruined precinct, stepping into the muggy Alabama night, the roar of the Black Hawks washed over me. I looked up at the stars, touching the silver ones on my shoulders. I was the law, too. And tonight, justice wore Dress Blues.
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