“Then why did he cross it today of all days?”

Mason reached into the front pocket of his blouse and took out a small black record notebook.

He stepped forward and laid it open on the desk pad.

“That’s our squad movement log, ma’am,” Mason said.

“Our unit readiness assessment starts next week, and Evan was scared to death he’d fail his physical evaluation.”

“So he had a drink before he came to Gate C27,” I said, reading over the entries.

“He bought two drinks at the terminal bar at fourteen fifteen,” Mason said.