It didn’t take long to spot the officers who were truly corrupt, like the captain in charge of personnel transfers, and those that had been bullied by Timmer, like the lieutenant overseeing all outgoing messages. Valek noted each of their names. After he dealt with Timmer, Valek planned to make major changes for the command structure of the base. And he’d retrain the soldiers in spotting intruders. Even dressed as a servant, Valek shouldn’t be able to move around the base with such ease.

Before settling in Wilona’s room for the evening, Valek changed back into his adviser’s uniform and prepared for a late-night visitor. He lounged on her bed in the dark, considering what he’d learned that day. It had been a couple of years since he’d organized surprise inspections of the bases, and his agents here had missed a number of illegal activities, which probably meant the same lackluster reporting must be going on for the other bases, as well. It was well past time for another shake-up, but the idea failed to excite Valek. He had more important things he’d rather do. Like discover who had targeted Yelena.

A creak of metal interrupted his musings. Lantern light from the hallway outlined the door as it swung inward. A dark figure entered the room and shut the door. Valek smiled as the man banged his shin on a chair.

“Damn it, Wilona, I told you to leave your light on,” a gruff voice said.

Valek pulled the metal slide of the bull’s-eye lantern open an inch. A beam of light illuminated Captain Timmer. The tall muscular man cut an impressive figure even in his robe. Clean-shaven with short black hair and brown eyes, Timmer held up a meaty hand to block the light.

“That’s not funny, Wilona.” Menace rumbled deep in his throat. Timmer stepped closer. “Move the light or I’ll—”

Valek stood. “Careful, Timmer. You don’t want to get into any more trouble.” He yanked the slide all the way open, flooding the rest of the room with light.

Timmer grunted in surprise, pulled a knife from the pocket of his robe and froze when he met Valek’s gaze. Recognition flashed. He straightened, but didn’t put his weapon away. “Sorry, sir. I thought you were an intruder.”

Smooth recovery. Impressive. “Since these aren’t your quarters, Captain, I could say the same about you.”

“I...was invited. Wilona and I have been dating for a couple months.”

“You’re dating a soldier in your company? That’s unethical.”

“Her transfer—”

“Has been denied by your buddy Captain Maitol twice. Don’t lie. I already have enough reasons to kill you, Timmer.”

Timmer’s grip on the knife tightened along with the muscles in his jaw, but he wisely kept his mouth shut. Good.

“You’re going to cooperate,” Valek said. His matter-of-fact tone warned there wouldn’t be any arguments. “Give me your knife.” He held his hand out.

Timmer hesitated.

Valek waited. A part of him hoped Timmer would attack. The feel of his fist ramming into the man’s gut would be sweet. Too bad the captain handed his knife to Valek.

“It’s her word against mine,” Timmer said.

“I believe her. Case closed. Now you’re going to tell me about another private who came through here about four years ago. Private Onora. Do you remember her?”

“I’ve hundreds of privates come through my company.” Timmer shrugged, trying to act casual.

“Yet according to the base records, very few who transfer into your company are women. In fact, I memorized all their names and plan to interrogate all of them. Well, the ones who didn’t go AWOL on your watch.”

“There’s not much to tell.” Timmer almost growled the words. “Onora showed such promise, but she couldn’t keep up with my rigorous training schedule and she left.”

“Were you dating her?”

Timmer clamped his mouth shut, but his gaze darted to the bed. And that would be a yes. Valek twirled the knife, deciding if this man deserved to walk out of here with his balls still attached or not.

“Do you know where she went after she left?” Valek asked.

“No. We sent the military police to search for her, but they lost her trail in MD-1. Why are you so interested in her?”

“She has reappeared. And she has honed that potential into a new occupation.”

“Oh?”

“An assassin.”

“Oh.” Timmer swallowed. “Is she any good?”

“She managed to reach the Commander’s suite. Unprecedented.”

The captain relaxed. “You took care of her.”

“I did more than that.”

“Good. She was willful, disrespectful and unable to follow orders. No one will mourn her.”

Valek raised an eyebrow at his outburst and waited.

The captain finally put it together. “You didn’t kill her?”

“I recruited her.”

“Oh.”

“It should be a fun reunion between you two.”

“You can’t—”

“I can.”

Valek escorted Timmer to the base’s MPs and gave them strict instructions to transport the captain to the Commander’s castle. He reported the lax security and other infractions to the colonel in charge of the base. Valek wished to stay longer, but he had only two days left to return home.

* * *

The two-day trip to the castle was uneventful. After Valek unsaddled Onyx and groomed the horse, he washed up and changed into clean clothes. Then he swung by his office and paused.