Fourteen of them white cars, one gray pickup, the rest contractor vans.

Near the back, four pages were blank.

Not blank the way a clean page is blank.

The paper was dented.

Hold it up to the porch light and you could see the ghosts of numbers pressed through from a sheet written on top of it.

“I filled those in,” Dewitt said.

“Last four days of August.

I wrote them on the clipboard same as always.”