“She doesn’t realize those seats were issued directly by the superintendent’s office,” I said.

“Clearly,” Vance said, putting his glasses back on.

“Under administrative rules, I have the authority to remove your family from the venue entirely before eight o’clock tomorrow morning.

Do you want them escorted off the parade grounds?”

I looked at the blue velvet box sitting near his brass clip holder.

“No, General.

Leave their passes active.”

“They’ll be sitting right in front of the podium,” Vance said.