Roth’s jaw tightened, his knuckles whitening as he clenched his hands together. “Did anyone else see this?”

“No, sir. He told me no one would believe me. Said he could end my career if I said anything.”

Roth stood up slowly, his height filling the small room. “He was wrong,” he said.

By the time Captain Mills was escorted into the general’s office, the man already knew he was in trouble. He tried to play it cool — adjusted his uniform, forced a smile.

“Sir, you wanted to see me?”

Roth didn’t look up from the file in front of him. “Close the door, Captain.”

Mills obeyed, the faint trace of arrogance still in his stride.

“I’ve received a report,” Roth began. “Concerning misconduct. Against a subordinate.”

Mills’s smile faltered. “Sir, if this is about Sergeant Davis, she’s mistaken. She came into my office—”

Roth’s fist slammed down on the desk. The sound cracked like thunder.