“He spent forty minutes at the draft bar in Concourse B,” Mason said.

“He drank two full pints of domestic draft beer while on active transit status.”

Evan jerked his head up, his jaw clenching.

“Mason, don’t do this to me.”

“Keep your mouth closed, Carter,” Officer Knox said.

Mason didn’t look down at Evan.

“I warned him three times between 14:50 and 15:20 to stay away from the lieutenant colonel, sir.”

“Corporal Thomas has verified the log entries,” Mason added, nodding toward the silent Marine standing by the filing cabinet.