In the parked car, I took out my personal phone and called Hayes.

He had served with me for years.

In an office, he was Major Hayes, exact in his speech and careful with responsibility.

Away from work, he was also a friend who had watched Clara bring lunch when I forgot to eat and had heard enough about her family to understand why I was calling.

“I need a recommendation,” I said.

“A civilian professional who can review a family business problem.”