A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit

She had come with a four-year file and a 1996 serial number, and my red binder was the last link she needed.

My gate had been evidence before it was ever a scandal.

I put both hands flat on the desk and read the sign-out card taped inside the box lid.

Two lines.

Lieutenant B.

Harmon, 14 March 1996.

And R.

Miller, the previous Thursday.