Two miles away, at her hotel, Andrea was having similar thoughts. She could tell by the sound of Jackson’s voice he was excited and wanted to tell her something. She just didn’t know what.
While she got ready, she had a brief conversation in her mind that went in a decidedly different direction then talking about the USS Beauregard. He’s a little gruff, she thought, but I could begin to like this guy.
Andrea stepped to her car and placed the key in the door.
The solid blow to the back of her neck and shoulder caused her to crumple. She literally didn’t know what hit her. Nor did it matter. She was out before she hit the ground.