Procedure.
Mrs. Harlow straightened her white coat like it could protect her.
“Class,” she said, too loudly, “we are going to the athletic field. Lily, you will remain here until the nurse checks you for contamination.”
I picked up the binder.
Logan blocked the aisle with his shoulder.
“Leave the mutt book,” he said.
Then a deep voice from the doorway said, “That book is state property when it contains active training records.”