She stared at the ground.

At two fifteen I drove to Fort Jackson.

Captain Nelson’s office was on the second floor of the administration building, with windows looking out over the parade ground.

He had a folder open on his desk and didn’t offer me a seat.

“Warrant Officer Hayward.

Robert Hayward has filed a formal complaint with the Inspector General.

He claims you used military time and resources for personal legal business.”

“That isn’t true, sir.”