Page 143 of Rangers Last Promise

But closer.

“Grant confronted Miller.”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“The night before the ambush.”

“What did Miller tell him?”

“Enough.”

“And then Grant started making copies.”

“Yes.”

My chest tightens.

Grant knew.

He knew we were in danger before we entered that valley.

“Why didn't he tell me?”

“He tried.”

I turn.

Hampton's eyes remain on the road.

“He went to your quarters that night. You weren't there.”

“Where was I?”

“Medical tent. One of the Afghan interpreters had a sick child.”

I remember.

A little boy with pneumonia.

I spent most of the night trying to stabilize him until a helicopter could take him to a larger facility.

Grant came looking for me.

And I wasn't there.

“He left me the paper.”

“The coordinates.”

“Yes.”

“He divided what he found.”

“Because he didn't know who to trust.”

“He trusted me.”