“Shore Patrol for what?” Evan asked, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting to his feet in the middle of the aisle.

“I’m just having a polite chat with a senior officer.”

He stood at his full height, boot heel drumming fast against the floor tile as he straightened his olive utility coat.

“Sit down,” Mason ordered, reaching out to grab the sleeve of Evan’s jacket.

Evan yanked his arm away and pulled his sleeve out of Mason’s grip without turning around.

“She hasn’t said a single word to defend herself,” Evan said, stepping into the middle of the main concourse walkway.