“No, sir.”
“Then why is it here?”
Ellis slid the document toward him.
Crawford snatched it up.
The color drained from his face so gradually that most people probably didn’t notice. I did. I had spent enough years watching people read bad news to recognize the moment when confidence gave way to calculation.
I remained seated beneath the shade tent, my rifle case open beside me.
Marine shooter Daniel Calloway stood nearby with his arms folded. He had the kind of stillness that made people assume he was relaxed. He wasn’t. His attention moved between Crawford and the paper.
“What does it say?” he asked.
Crawford glanced at him.
“It says the range modification is under review.”
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