My companion glared at me as though I'd committed heresy. He shook his head in disgust and folded his tattooed arms over his stringy chest. You got no soul. It's chilly, the wind is blowing. It's lunchtime, Acey.
Eating comes to mind.
I don't know. Dinah toyed with her fork. That's what my investigation is supposed to determine, if I remember what we were taught at Naval Justice School. The two women, Navy lieutenants, had been roommates at Officer Candidate School, attending the short legal officer course afterwards. OCS friendships often disappeared after training, but Dinah and Meg kept in touch.