you can’t simply bring an operational canine unit into a civilian school gym.”
My mother glanced toward the dogs.
“Training unit.”
“Still,” he said, voice tightening, “this is highly irregular.”
“That’s why I filed the paperwork.”
A few teachers looked toward Principal Wallace, who had been standing near the bleachers with a clipboard clutched against his chest. His mouth opened and closed once.
“I received a notice,” he admitted weakly. “I thought it was for a small demonstration. Maybe two dogs.”
Master Sergeant Vale did not blink.
“You approved Harborview High as a controlled environment for a multi-dog obedience and threat-identification exercise.”
The principal looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him.
“I may not have read every attachment.”
My mother’s gaze returned to Lieutenant Carter.
“You wanted a demonstration.”
The gym went so quiet that I could hear the faint hum of the overhead lights.
Lieutenant Carter looked
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