She picked up on the second ring.

Dewitt came up the walk at six with two coffees in a cardboard tray and a notebook pressed flat against his chest.

“Gate opens in thirty minutes,” I said.

“I know, Sergeant.

I wanted you to have it before the shift changed.” He held out the tray, and I took the cup with the sleeve already slid up.

He set the notebook on the porch rail and opened it to August first.

Dates down the left margin in pencil.