“The discrepancies in your record are serious, Commander Reed,” I said, using his rank formally for the first time.

“They suggest a pattern of unauthorized travel and falsified expense reports during your time in San Diego.”

Nathan’s face went from pale to a dark, angry red.

“That was an administrative error by my yeoman,” Nathan said, his voice shaking slightly.

“Then you will have no trouble explaining that to the proper authorities,” I said.

“What authorities?” Caroline demanded, crossing her arms.

“You?”

“You’re just a glorified secretary, Evelyn.”

“A formal review board will be convened,” I said, my voice calm and steady.

“It will meet before Friday.”

“You will be required to answer questions under oath, Nathan.”

Nathan swallowed hard, his hand trembling as he reached for a glass on the tray.

“Under oath?” he whispered.

“This is ridiculous,” my father barked.

“I will not allow this farce to continue.”

“Evelyn, leave this house.”

“You are no longer welcome at this table tonight.”

“I have already eaten, Father,” I said.

I reached for my coat and slipped it back over my shoulders.