3 September 2019, Base camp, Iraq.
"They analysed the shirt you sent. The traces of blood belonged to Celia White," and Doug chuckled with relief.
"The court forwarded an arrest warrant to your camp for the release of Staff Sergeant B. Castledale into our custody." Reeves' voice was hoarse with excitement.
"What does Cummings say?"
"Relieved. The judge is signing his release forms as we speak."
"Great!" Then he toned down, Reeves was unaware of the missing Brock. So far the search delivered no results. Four fruitless days met with frustration.
"There is one snag in this," Doug finally said.
"What?"
"Staff Sergeant Castledale has disappeared after molesting a nurse to near death. We are searching every place." This wasn't good PR for the military. Curses met his ears as Reeves muttered obscenities, Doug waited patiently. "So far he has not left the country," he assured him.
"I want this man," Reeves spat.
"Yes, believe me, we are too. He faces a Court Martial."