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12. Paris Apartment (2nd) Phone JAG
 Rick heard her go into the kitchen. As he waited, he pulled a cellphone from his backpack. He'd bought it near the Louvre, but decided not to use it late that afternoon. He'd boarded the metro at the Louvre-Rivoli station and resumed his aimless wandering—before his misfortune at the Bar-39 in Bagnolet. Now he dialed the number he'd gotten to know by heart.
In Germany, a telephone rang, and a young specialist started to say, "Office of the Staff Judge Advocate…"
"This is Sergeant Richard Buchan."
The young woman fell silent. Rick could hear her swallow hard.
"I want to talk with Major Kendra Walsh."
"Just a moment, Sergeant."
After being on hold for about twenty seconds, he heard the familiar voice of his JAG lawyer. "This is Kendra. Rick, where are you?"
"Never mind. What's the latest?"
"I know you were framed. I believe you…still putting it all together."
"How's it look?" He was desperate, and had no idea what he wanted to do—or how he really felt, other than betrayed and on the run.
"It'd go easier if you'd turn yourself in, and testify under oath in a deposition. We can't get past square one if I don't know where you are."
"We?"
"We are a team, Rick. The SJA here in Kaiserslautern. Defense team; and we're both Army."
"I'll think about it, Kendra. Keep pushing."
"I'm doing the best I can, my friend. You've gotta help me. Help yourself."
"I'll check back with you."
He rang off. He rose, walked to the toilet, and dropped the phone into the bowl. It sank, gurgling, into the brown neck of the toilet bowl. If there was a water tank in these European klos, or toilets, it was buried in the wall. No access. This would have to do until he bought his next phone.
He walked back into the bedroom and plopped on the bed.
What to do? What the hell to do?
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