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Chapters (48)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. TITLE PAGE
  3. EPIGRAPH
  4. PRAISE
  5. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  6. MAP
  7. PROLOGUE
  8. CHAPTER ONE
  9. CHAPTER TWO
  10. CHAPTER THREE
  11. CHAPTER FOUR
  12. CHAPTER FIVE
  13. CHAPTER SIX
  14. CHAPTER SEVEN
  15. CHAPTER EIGHT
  16. CHAPTER NINE
  17. CHAPTER TEN
  18. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  19. CHAPTER TWELVE
  20. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  22. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  24. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  25. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  26. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  36. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  46. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  47. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  48. What’s next onyour reading list?

Condley cleared his throat, somewhat nervous under the doctor’s steady stare. “The matter is still under investigation, sir. It shames me to say it, but it appears he was killed by an American deserter while both of them were in a remote area with the Viet Cong. From what I can personally tell, I think the guy wanted Larkin’s passport as a way to leave the country.”

The old man shook his head sadly from side to side, as if the incident had happened only yesterday. “I knew something like this would happen to him. Something violent and unpredictable. He was so wild and yet so wide-eyed. So trusting in his own odd little way.”

Professor Muir took several pages from the folder, including photographs of the remains and his own detailed drawings of the key areas that had provided him evidence. He scanned them as he spoke. “Doctor, we strongly suspect that the remains we recovered were those of Mathew Larkin, but obviously we need to clarify that. From my examination I can confirm that this was a man in his early twenties, about five foot nine inches tall, with brown hair.” He looked over at the doctor, looking for any refutation and finding none. “We don’t have much to go on other than that. I did find evidence of repeated trauma to the joint area of his right shoulder—right here—and also several areas in the neck and upper vertebrae that indicate an unusual amount of trauma in that skeletal region for a man so young. Look at this area here.”

Muir handed the pages to Doctor Hasler. The old man stared at them for several minutes before handing them back, as if he was looking for secret answers of his own.

“It’s Mathew.” The old man’s face was filled with grief and yet seemed softened by the knowledge of discovery. “Of course it is. I can’t tell you how many times I set the boy’s shoulder. And the teeth. Odd, but I remember his fillings.Very good teeth. And the neck trauma. Yes. He was a fighter, you know. Inside and outside the ring. An absolute terror.” Hasler smiled softly now, remembering. “I loved to watch him fight. He never knew that.”

“So you feel positive about this identification?”

“I have no doubt.”

“You can write a letter of certification for us?”