A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
She reached into her purse and pulled out a bank envelope.
The paper was soft at the corners.
“Eleven thousand four hundred dollars.
Cash.
I brought it with me.”
I did not take it.
My hand moved to my belt out of habit and found the empty loop where my badge had been.
“Your children could use it,” she said.