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

Every line written twice.”

“Why would Harmon promote you and then throw you out the gate?” Dewitt asked.

“He never promoted me.

He tried to buy me.” I kept my voice level.

“The transfer date on that paper was the eighth of August, four days before the white Mercedes stopped at my barrier.”

“If I sign it, I was never at Gate Six that afternoon.

I never existed.”