“He wants official proof of my SEAL qualifications,” I said, putting the tablet back down on top of the locker.

Kenneth snorted and shook his head.

“You’re an EOD Master Chief.

You give operational support to spec-ops units.

Why is a public affairs officer asking you for a Trident?”

“Because Matty wrote down what he hears at home,” I said.

“And Lieutenant Wyler thinks he’s caught a fraud.”

Kenneth picked a brass pin out of his work tray.