Chapter 2 - THE FILE CROSS THOUGHT WAS GONE
The first rumor said Cross had been arrested for striking an officer.
The second said Elara had set him up.
The third said Admiral Mercer had been waiting outside specifically to protect her.
All three were wrong.
Elara learned that thirty-four minutes later in a secure conference room beneath the training complex.
Mercer sat across from her.
Captain Laura Benson from Naval Criminal Investigative Service sat beside him.
A digital recorder rested on the table.
Elara looked at it.
Then at Mercer.
“So this was already happening.”
Mercer nodded.
“Yes.”
“How long?”
Benson answered.
“Seven months.”
Elara stared.
Cross had been under investigation for seven months.
She had been assigned to the training command only nine weeks earlier.
That meant she had walked into the middle of something without knowing the full shape.
Benson opened a folder.
On top was a photograph of a black waterproof case.
Elara recognized it.
Not the case itself.
The label.
TRIDENT CYCLE 4 — MEDICAL & INCIDENT REVIEW.
Her stomach tightened.
Three weeks earlier, Elara had requested that file.
Cross told her it had been destroyed under routine retention policy.
She knew that was false.
Training casualty files were not destroyed after eighteen months.
Not when they involved hospitalization.
Not when multiple safety waivers had been filed.
Elara had written a formal discrepancy memo.
Two days later, someone broke into her office.
Nothing obvious was stolen.
But her copy of the request log disappeared.
Now Benson slid a photograph toward her.
The same black case had been recovered that morning from a storage locker registered to Cross’s cousin in Norfolk.
Inside were:
incident reports,
medical summaries,
training schedules,
helmet-camera memory cards,
and four unsigned witness statements.
One name appeared repeatedly.
Petty Officer Second Class Evan Rourke.
Elara remembered him.
Not personally.
From the files.
Twenty-six years old.
Hospitalized after an advanced maritime training evolution fourteen months earlier.
Official cause:
unpredictable equipment failure during high-risk exercise.
Elara had questioned that wording.
Too broad.
Too convenient.
Too final.
“What really happened?” she asked.
Benson leaned back.
“We don’t know yet.”
Mercer looked at her.
“But Cross knew enough to hide records.”
Elara thought of the punch.
Paperwork doesn’t keep men alive.
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Bad paperwork can bury why they died.
Cross had recognized the accusation because he had already buried something.
