Don’t Fence Me Out

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An armed sentry stood outside the closed door. He nodded and opened the door when the rangy detective said, “I’m Mike Shayne.”

There were four uniformed men inside the room. Captain Ott, Military Intelligence, sat behind a flat-topped desk. Another officer sat at his right. A soldier, wearing the three stripes of a buck sergeant, stood a little back from in front of the desk with folded arms, his bronzed face impassive. A private stood at rigid attention in front of Captain Ott’s desk. He was young and he looked frightened. His thin cheeks were freckled and beads of sweat stood on his forehead.

Captain Ott nodded as the door closed behind the Miami private detective. He said, “You got here in a hurry, Mike.”

Shayne said, “I was going out for breakfast when your call caught me.” He pulled off his hat and looked around at the others with a questioning glint in his gray eyes.

Captain Ott leaned back in his swivel chair and said casually, “This is Captain Richards. And Sergeant Blake. And Private Carson. Michael Shayne.”

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