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On a warm September evening in the Millers Kill community center, five veterans sit down in rickety chairs to try to make sense of their experiences in Iraq. What they will find is murder, conspiracy, and the unbreakable ties that bind them to one another and their small Adirondack town.The Rev. Clare Fergusson wants to forget the things she saw as a combat helicopter pilot and concentrate on her relationship with Chief of Police Russ Van Alstyne. MP Eric McCrea needs to control the explosive anger threatening his job as a police officer. Will Ellis, high school track star, faces the reality of life as a double amputee. Orthopedist Trip Stillman is denying the extent of his traumatic brain injury. And bookkeeper Tally McNabb wrestles with guilt over the in-country affair that may derail her marriage. But coming home is harder than it looks. One vet will struggle with drugs and alcohol. One will lose his family and friends. One will die. Since their first meeting, Russ and Clares bond has been tried, torn, and forged by adversity. But when he rules the veterans death a suicide, she violently rejects his verdict, drawing the surviving vets into an unorthodox investigation that threatens jobs, relationships, and her own future with Russ. As the days cool and the nights grow longer, they will uncover a trail of deceit that runs from their tiny town to the upper ranks of the U.S. Army, and from the waters of the Millers Kill to the unforgiving streets of Baghdad.

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To the woman left holding the flag Mother whose heart hung humble as a button - photo 1

To the woman left holding the flag Mother whose heart hung humble as a button - photo 2

To the woman left holding the flag.

Mother whose heart hung humble as a button

On the bright splendid shroud of your son,

Do not weep.

War is kind.

Stephen Crane

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thanks to my husband, Ross Hugo-Vidal, and to my children, Victoria, Spencer, and Virginia Hugo-Vidal. Without their love, support, and willingness to eat a lot of spaghetti-and-canned-sauce dinners, I couldnt be a writer.

Thanks to everyone at St. Martins Press/Minotaur Books, especially Pete Wolverton and Katie Gilligan. Their keen editorial insight and well-thought-out suggestions (and suggestions, and another round of suggestions!) shaped this book.

I would not be published by Minotaur if the legendary Ruth Cavin hadnt picked my maiden manuscript out of a pile of contest submissions. She was a teacher, a drinking partner, a creative lifeline, sometimes a bit of a noodge when I was running behind, and always a pleasure to work with. She died before this book came to print, but her influence lives on in my work, and in the work of every writer who was fortunate enough to call her my editor.

I talked with a number of veterans and service members while writing this book. Particularly, CH (LTC) Linda Leibhart, USA Reserve, planted the seeds for this story during a long conversation in a bar in Bath, New York. Senior Chief Hayley (Zeller) Hutchin, USN, generously shared her many experiences of deployment and coming home. As ever, LTC Les Smith (Ret.) and Timothy LaMar, late of the 101st Air Mobile, inspired me. I know none of you likes to hear, Thanks for your service, so I will simply say: Thank you.

CONTENTS

I BELIEVE IN THE COMMUNION OF SAINTS

The Apostles Creed, The Book of Common Prayer

MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 5

Sarah Dowlings first thought, peering through the wire-reinforced glass of the community centers door, was that they were an odd group. Usually returned vets had a lot to talk about with one another, even if they were embarrassed to be seen in counseling. She would have thought that in a tiny town like Millers Killshe couldnt help it, she still saw the place as a cross between a Thomas Kinkade painting and Bedford Fallstheyd be even easier together, but none of these soldiers were speaking to each other.

The two men unracking metal chairs could have been father and son; both middling height, in khakis and button-downs, both with regulation crew cutsthe fifty-something graying, the thirty-something dark brown. The younger man kept glancing sideways at the older as if looking for clues on how to behave. He didnt pay attention to the young woman opening the chairs in a ragged circle, watching him. She was maybe midtwenties but dressed like a teen, with a little muffin top squeezed between low-rider jeans and a mini-tee. Sarah would have to include her no-romantic-relationships spiel in tonights session.

The other woman in the group was a decade or more older than the little cutie, wearing unrelieved black that almost hid her taut physique. As Sarah watched, she stirred spoon after spoon of sugar into coffee poured from the community halls industrial-sized coffeemaker. The last participantSarah frowned. A young man, maybe still a teenager. His hair had grown out, indicating hed been out of the service for several months, at least. Well, she could have guessed that even if he had still been wearing it shaved to the skin. They didnt let double amputees out of Walter Reed until at least four months after admission. His presence here worried her. If he was having post-amputation issues, he ought to be seeing a psychologist at the VA Hospital, not hanging around an LCTs group.

She checked her watch, then gathered up her stack of handouts. Time to get the road on the show. She opened the office door and strode into the meeting room, the soles of her shoes squeaking on the polished wooden floor. Beyond the closed door, she could hear the faint thump and holler of the basketball game going on in the gym. On the far wall, construction-paper letters spelling out HELLO SEPTEMBER were taped over bright cutouts of apples and school buses. A preschool met here mornings. She thought of the stiflingly tasteful tenth-story office she had left behind in Silver Spring. Free at last, free at last .

Hello, everyone. She gestured toward the chairs. Why dont we get started? If we have any latecomers, they can join us in progress. She smiled and took her own advice, selecting the twelve oclock position in the circle. The woman in black pulled two chairs out of the way to make room for the teen in the wheelchair. The rest of the gang of five followed suit, scraping and clunking the cheap chairs until they were all roughly equidistant from one another, and twice as far from her.

Im Sarah Dowling, she began. Im a licensed clinical therapist. For those of you who arent familiar with the term, that means Ive been trained in psychology and in facilitating therapy, but I am not allowed to diagnose or to prescribe medications. She stood up and handed the first stack of papers to the graying man seated to her left. Take one and pass it along. She resumed her seat. Ive just recently relocated here from the Washington, D.C., area, so this is my first group in New York State. However, Ive been doing veterans counseling and running the on-base family mental health program for the past four years at Fort Meade.

The older man nodded in approval. Officer, she thought.

Just to make sure were all on the same page, this is not a Veterans Affairs program, although it does receive funding from VA, as well as from New York State and the National Institute of Mental Health. She leaned forward. Participating in our group will not affect your VA benefits or treatment, nor will it be in any official record. For those in the group who would be continuing on in the service, that was often critical. Seeking out therapy was still viewed in many quarters of the military as suspect. Talking about feelings was not a high priority for the average CO.

I apologize for scheduling the first session on Labor Day, but the community center gave me this time slot, and I didnt want to lose it. She smiled at them. I was afraid Id be the only person here, so believe me when I say Im glad to meet you all. Why dont we start by introducing ourselves, and saying a little something about our service. She looked encouragingly at the older man.

He looked around the circle, knitted up his brows as if he didnt understand the reasoning behind her request, then shrugged. Sure. If you think its helpful. He straightened in his seat. Im George Stillman. The Third. Im a doctor and a lieutenant colonel in the Army National Guard. I was with a forward surgical team outside Mosul.

When did you get back, George?

He smiled a little. Please. Call me Trip. I hear George and I look around for my father.

Sarah nodded.

Oh. I got back from my second tour of duty about two months ago.

The kid in the wheelchair looked at him oddly. Three months ago. You were here in June.

The doctor stared at the kid for a moment, then wrinkled his face into an apologetic smile. Sorry. We had a death in the family this summer, and I swear its thrown my whole sense of time out of kilter. He tapped his palm. Id better start carrying my PalmPilot around again. My wife calls it my portable brain.

Sarah smiled reassuringly at him before gesturing to the young man. Would you introduce yourself?

Yes, maam. Marine, she thought, just as he said, Im Lance Corporal Willem Ellis, of the 5th Marine Division. He looked down at the prosthetics strapped to his knees. Formerly of the 5th Marine Division. He glanced back up at her, then dropped his gaze. I was only in-country a little over two months when this happened, so I cant say I saw much traumatizing action.

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