A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
I sat in the car with the binder on my knees and the engine off.
Then I squared the stack with the ruler, slid Dewitt’s notebook into the back pocket of the binder, and drove out the north road to the boundary fence.
General Vance’s car sat on the county road at half past three, off the installation, where a four-star could stand with a sergeant and not pass in front of a gate camera.
She was out of the car with her wire-rimmed glasses in her hand.
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