Tony rounded the corner, hesitating before moving any closer to his office door. He'd left Richardson there while he'd searched the young sailor's rack and locker. The kid either had been telling the truth when he'd insisted that he'd only brought one joint aboard, or he'd found somewhere else to stash the rest of his pot.
He was inclined to believe he was telling the truth, which was why he'd made a detour to one of the recreation rooms on his way back to his office.
His reaction to the kid surprised him. He'd felt sympathy for some of the people he'd arrested over the years, but he'd never considered doing anything like this for them.
As he'd done many times over the last couple of months, he fingered the chain around his neck, remembering everything he'd learned from the man who'd added a small gold disc to the dog tags hanging there.
What would Gibbs do? he asked himself.
However much he didn't like it, the answer was clear.
Swallowing hard against the rising self-doubt about whether he could actually go through with this, he crossed the last few feet and swung open the door.