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

Every one of the fourteen fell on a day Commander Miller had Dewitt and Salas paired together at Gate Six.

Nineteen and twenty years old, on the hottest post on the installation.

At one o’clock the copier jammed, and I fed it four dollars in quarters.

Then I paid the meter and did the arithmetic on the back of a receipt.

Copies, eighteen dollars sixty.

A binder, six forty-nine.

The meter, three dollars.

Three hundred eighty-three dollars left of my last paycheck, and a quarter tank of gas.