“Wyler’s trying to get my son pulled from the Career Day roster,” I said.

“He flagged Matty’s form with a red note.”

“Wyler is a public affairs coordinator who’s never laid eyes on a live fuse,” Vance said.

“I know how junior officers act once you hand them a microphone.

Leave this letter with me.”

“The assembly starts at eleven on Friday,” I said.

Vance got slowly to his feet, his tall frame blocking the midday sun coming in the window.

“I’ll pull Wyler’s personnel file from base command tonight.