"I want to do the same thing," Scott said bitterly, "but I can't do it."
"You're under civil law," Mosby stated. "This town is under martial law. I might be able to get away with it."
"Not a chance," Governor Willoughby had joined them. "It would mean your career, general. Even the President couldn't protect you."
"Clarens is out there," Mosby argued, pointing out the window overlooking the city. "Did you see that little girl?"
"No, but I heard about it. And I saw the man," the governor answered.
"I was there," said Thornberry abruptly. "Will you gentlemen let me, just me, alone with Judkins for five minutes?"
All four of them, the two generals, the police chief, the governor, stared at the psychologist.
"Yes," Bennington decided for the group. "We will."
Doughboy....