The roster had been reprinted that morning at 1130.

The old sheet was still in the binder, and the two names had been crossed out in blue ink.

“Don’t let anyone through on a name they give you,” I said.

“If it’s not printed here, the barrier stays down.”

Dewitt shifted his boots.

“Even if it’s the colonel’s car?”

“Especially then.”

I clipped the old roster behind the new one and put the log sheet back in the red hardbound binder.