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Obligations

“Look,” Rodgers said. “I can’t have unauthorized civilians conducting their own investigation. Let me check this out. I will let you know what I can.”

“Will you tell me what you find, or are you only going to tell me what you are allowed to?”

“I’m a United States Army Officer,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Which doesn’t answer the question. Fine, you do what you need to. I won’t mess up your investigation. But I will be staying in Iraq for a few days more. I want to tie up some loose ends.”

“Like what?” Rodgers asked.

“Closing down his business. Paying his creditors. Seeing to it he has a decent funeral. Those kinds of loose ends.”

“What are you? His brother?” Rodgers snorted.

“At one time we were closer than brothers. He saved my skin more than once. It’s the least I can do.”

“Ok,” Rodgers relented. “I’ll see if I can get the body released to you. It may take a while.”

“Thanks,” I said as I left.

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