I didn’t look up from my book.

I turned the page with a clean, deliberate flick of my wrist.

“I bet she bought those ribbons at a surplus store,” Evan said, turning his body further toward my aisle.

“Look at that ribbon rack.

Nobody piles up that many staff commendations without sitting in an air-conditioned office.”

Mason Reid leaned in closer to Evan, rubbing the back of his neck again, plainly tense.

“I’m telling you to shut your mouth,” Mason whispered.