Ping-Pong Heart

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Major Frederick Manfield Schultz appeared at the 8th Army Provost Marshal’s office red-faced and enraged.

“She robbed me,” he said.

I took the report, typing patiently as he explained.

“I met her at the UN Club. We started talking, I bought her a drink. Then we went back to her hooch.”

“What’s her name?” I asked.

“Miss Jo.”

“Did you check her VD card?”

“I didn’t think to.”

“It’s a good idea. If she’s a freelancer without one, we might have trouble finding her.”

This made him even angrier. “She stole my money, dammit. I want it back.”

Miss Kim, the statuesque Admin secretary, pulled a tissue from the box in front of her, held it to her nose, rose from her chair, and walked out of the office. We listened as her high heels clicked down the hallway.

My name is George Sueno. I’m an agent for the 8th United States Army Criminal Investigation Division in Seoul, Republic of Korea. Reports of theft were routinely taken at the Yongsan Compound MP Station. But Major Schultz knew Colonel Brace, the Provost Marshal, and had gone to him directly with his complaint. Since he was a field grade officer, it was felt that allowing word of this incident to leak out to the hoi polloi of the Military Police would be detrimental to good order and discipline. So my partner Ernie Bascom and I-CID agents, not MP investigators-were given the job.

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