“Then somebody laid a fresh sheet over yours and walked off with the one you signed.”

His boots went back and forth on the boards.

“Sergeant, I don’t want to be the one who brings this.”

“You’re not bringing it.

You’re carrying it.”

He looked down the street and then back at me.

“The baby’s due the second week of November.

If they send me home early, I don’t have the money for the hospital paperwork.”