“Where are they sending him?” I asked, leaning my shoulder on the door frame.

“A shore administrative records desk at the annex,” Kenneth said.

“No public contact, no visits to middle schools, no recruiting duty.

The commander called me ten minutes ago to ask whether you wanted to send formal harassment paperwork up to the board.”

“I already told Principal Thorne at the school I wasn’t filing formal charges,” I said.

“The commander figured you’d say that,” Kenneth said.

“He said you let the truth do the heavy lifting in front of three hundred kids.”