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Chapter 27
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The hearing room at Harlow Creek Community College was not designed for moments like this. It was a standard institutional space: drop ceiling, fluorescent lights that hummed at a frequency just below conscious notice, but above comfort. A long folding table at the front where the committee sat, five of them, with water glasses and printed agendas, and the particular posture of people who had not expected an audience. Rows of stackable chairs for the gallery, maybe 40 seats in total, most of them now full. The room smelled like floor wax and old coffee, and the specific anxious energy of people who were present for something that was no longer entirely under control.Committee chair Linda Marsh was 61, a former English professor, now academic dean. She had run perhaps 200 disciplinary hearings in her career, and she had learned, over those 200 occasions, to read a room before she opened her mouth. She sat at the center of the table and looked at what was in front of her, and took exactly 4 seconds to understand that this was not a standard proceeding.To her left, Herb Callaway, dean of students, who was staring at the gallery with an expression somewhere between confused and extremely uncomfortable. To his left, two faculty representatives whose names were on the agenda, but who had clearly not been briefed on the gallery situation, and were now quietly recalibrating. To Marsh's right, a legal compliance officer named David Hendricks, 38, who was new to the position, and was looking at the row of vested men in the gallery the way a person looks at a weather event they did not see forecast.In the front row of chairs on the right side of the room: Tyler Greer, Madison Greer, and a man in a pressed suit who was clearly the family attorney. Between Tyler and Madison, in a gap that functioned as empty space, sat the implicit weight of the name they shared in this town.In the front row on the left side: Cass Malone. Beside her, Coach Donna Reeves with a folder on her knee. And just behind them, Amber Cole sitting straight in her chair with her hands folded on top of her bag.In the gallery, 23 men who had driven from Clarksville and were now sitting in stackable institutional chairs wearing leather vests with chapter patches, saying nothing. Looking at the front of the room with the patient stillness of people who are accustomed to waiting.And Dale Greer standing near the side wall, who had been the most powerful person in every room in Harlow Creek for 20 years and was, for perhaps the first time in those 20 years, not sure what that meant.Linda Marsh picked up her pen.