Shadowfires. By: Dean R. Koontz

and came down too hard on the men under him. Perhaps his talk about

women was colored by a disquieting disrespect for them, but at first it

had seemed like the usual boring and only half-serious misogyny that you

sometimes heard from a certain number of men in any large group, Ben had

seen nothing evil about it-until later. And perhaps Sharp had been too

quick to advise against contact when the enemy was sighted and too quick

to encourage withdrawal once the enemy was engaged, but at first he

could not have been accurately labeled a coward. Yet Ben had been wary

of him and had felt somewhat guilty about it because he had no

substantial reasons for distrusting his new sergeant.

One of the things he had disliked was Sharp’s apparent lack of

convicflon in all things. Sharp seemed to have no opinions about

politics, religion, capital punishment, abortion, or any of the other

issues that interested his contemporaries. Sharp also had no strong

feelings about the war, either pro or con. He didn’t care who won, and

he regarded the quasidemocratic South and the totalitarian North as

moral equals-if he thought about it at all in moral terms. He had

joined the Marines to avoid being drafted into the Army, and he felt

none of that leatherneck pride or commitment that made the corps a home

to most of the other men in it. He intended to have a military career,

though what drew him to the service was not duty or pride but the hope

of promotion to a position of real power, early retirement in just

twenty years, and a generous pension, he could talk for hours about

military pensions and benefits.

He had no special passion for music, art, books, sports, hunting,

fishing, or anything dsexcept for himself.

He himself was his own-and only-passion. Though not a hypochondriac, he

was certainly obsessed with the state of his health and would talk at

length about his digestion, his constipation or lack of it, and the

appearance of his morning stool. Another man might simply say, “I have

a splitting headache,” but Anson Sharp, plagued by a similar condition,

would expend two hundred words describing the degree and nature of the

agony in excruciating detail and would use a finger to trace the precise

line of the pain across his brow. He spent a lot of time combing his

hair, always managed to be clean-shaven even under battle conditions,

had a narcissistic attraction to mirrors and other reflective surfaces,

and made a virtual crusade of obtaining as many creature comforts as a

soldier could manage in a war zone.

It was difficult to like a man who liked nothing but himself.

But if Anson Sharp had been neither a good nor an evil man when he had

gone to Nam-just bland and self-centered-the war had worked upon the

unformed clay of his personality and had gradually sculpted a monster.

When Ben became aware of detailed and convincing rumors of Sharp’s

involvement in the black market, an investigation had turned up proof of

an astonishing criminal career. Sharp had been involved in the

hijacking of goods in transit to post exchanges and canteens, and he had

negotiated the sale of those stolen supplies to buyers in the Saigon

underworld.

Additional information indicated that, while not a user or direct seller

of drugs, Sharp facilitated the commerce in illegal substances between

the Vietnamese Mafia and U.S. soldiers. Most shocking of all, Ben’s

sleuthing led to the discovery that Sharp used some profits from

criminal activity to keep a fred-a-terre in Saigon’s roughest nightclub

district, there, with the assistance of an exceedingly vicious

Vietnamese thug who served as a combination houseboy and dungeon master,

Sharp maintained an eleven-year-old girl-Mai Van Trangas a virtual

slave, sexually abusing her whenever he had the opportunity, oterwise

leaving her to the mercy of the thug.

The inevitable court-martial had not proceeded as predictably as Ben

hoped. He wanted to put Sharp away for twenty years in a military

prison. But before the case came to trial, potential witnesses began to

die or disappear at an alarming pace. Two Army noncomspushers

who’dagreed to testify against Sharp in return for lenient

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