A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
“The August twelfth duty roster, signed by Commander Miller.
Sergeant Conroy was not assigned to Gate Six that afternoon.
She placed herself there.”
I had a copy of that roster in a shoebox under my bed.
“Commander Miller,” Vance said.
“You signed it?”
“I sign a great many duty rosters.” Miller’s voice came out thin as paper.
“This one carries your initials in the margin, in pencil.” Vance turned the page around.
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