Derek Mitchell was listed in section four, row two, seat fourteen.

“Is there a problem with the seating chart?” Brenda asked.

“No,” I said, keeping my voice flat.

“I just recognized a name.”

We went into the small staff meeting room behind the main desk, where two metal folding chairs sat beside a long laminate table.

Brenda shut the frosted glass door and took a blue pen out of her pocket.

“I handled the credentials for your original commissioning ceremony eight years ago, Sarah,” Brenda said, lowering her voice.