Tanya Burke said out loud to nobody, "Six weeks. We waited six weeks for her."
One of the clinic women started laughing and could not stop, and the woman next to her held her wrist until she did.
"That's not possible," Mason said. "She's 18."
"She is. Her division results are in the paper archive in Columbus. The public database only carries the senior open bracket, which is why none of you found anything when you searched her name on Sunday night." Kramer looked at him without any expression at all. "You searched it. I'd have searched it, too."
Martin Keenan put both hands over his face. "I booked it over the phone," he said through his fingers. "They gave me a name and a fee. I never asked."
"No, you didn't." Kramer took a second page out of the folder. "Which brings me to this." He held it up. "Coaching certificate renewal filed by this facility on behalf of Mason Clark. Renewal requires one sanctioned community event hosted in the calendar year." He turned the page around so the front row could read it. "There's one event listed on here: Sunday's clinic. The one you were required to host."
Kyle Morrison stood up. "He didn't fill that out. I filled that out."
"He signed it." Kramer flipped to the last page and held it flat. "That's his signature. And the sworn statement you emailed me yesterday says—and I'm reading it—that as head coach, he had authority over that floor at the time." He lowered the page. "You gave me jurisdiction, Mr. Morrison, in writing, twice."
Kyle sat down. "This is a paperwork problem," he said to the floor. "That's all this is."
"It stopped being a paperwork problem on Sunday at twenty past ten," Kramer said. "It became a paperwork problem for you on Monday at 9:00 when you put it in writing and sent it to me."
He set the renewal down on top of the host agreement and squared the two pages against each other with his fingertips.
"I want to be very clear about the sequence, because people are going to ask me about it for the next year. Nobody from this federation went looking for Rockbridge. We sent you an instructor you asked for. You tore her clothing off her body on your own floor, on a stream you switched on yourselves, and then you reported it to us." He looked up. "You are the reason I am standing here now."
Kramer said, "Twelve seconds is not a review. Where's the rest of it?"