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Duty, Honor, Hammett
Duty, Honor, Hammett
Duty, Honor, Hammett
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A soldier and tomb guard at Arlington National Cemetery must choose between protecting his family’s legacy and protecting the secret buried in Dashiell Hammett’s grave.

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Release dateApr 11, 2022
ISBN9781479465910
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    Duty, Honor, Hammett - Stacy Woodson

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    COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

    DUTY, HONOR, HAMMETT, by Stacy Woodson

    ABOUT THE AUTHOR

    COPYRIGHT INFORMATION

    Copyright © 2018 by Stacy Woodson.

    Originally published in Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine, Nov/Dec 2018.

    Published by Wildside Press, LLC.

    wildsidepress.com | bcmystery.com

    DUTY, HONOR, HAMMETT,

    by Stacy Woodson

    In Arlington Cemetery, under the steps of the Memorial Amphitheater, the clock in Tomb Guard Quarters chimed.

    Bells. Bells. Tuck, my trainer, echoed the time warning.

    But I remained at attention—chin up, chest out, shoulders back—while he inspected my uniform. My brass shined. My medals were exact. And my shoes sparkled like a Mop & Glow ad.

    Tuck still made another pass, his success tied to mine. This time, he attacked my jacket with a lint roller. The tape crinkled back and forth as he wheeled it across my shoulders.

    Looking good, Jimmy. He finally gave his approval, even though he still hovered like a parent on the first day of preschool.

    I loosened my shoulders and tried to relax, but all I could think about was the performance test that loomed ahead.

    My standard is perfection.

    Line six of the Sentinel’s Creed echoed in my head, a reminder of what I needed to achieve. My uniform. My movements. Everything I did was cataloged and graded. With a ninety-percent attrition rate, few tomb guards rose to the level of sentinel. If I made

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