Force His Hand

Jamison’s words struck Elias’s heart. He knew what Jamison meant, but he couldn’t save Callie, not in the way Jamison wanted. He couldn’t march into the holding cell and demand Callie’s release, as doing so would only endanger her further. However, he couldn’t tell Jamison these things. Not yet. ‘Jamison, don’t take out your frustration on me. If you believe she’s innocent, go ahead and save her.’ Elias released Jamison. ‘As for me, I won’t go against military protocol and risk my career for a woman. General Conway is handling the case. I suggest you steer clear of it.’ ‘Elias, you coward!’ ‘You are asking for it.’ Elias clenched his fist tightly and punched Jamison in the face. Jamison staggered backwards. He wiped a drop of blood from the corner of his mouth, a mocking smile on his face. ‘You know how to fight, but you won’t stand up for your wife. Elias, you are a bastard.’ Jamison left the ward. If Elias refused to help Callie, he’d have to find someone else who would. *** Carl sat