A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
Captain Ortiz tapped the folder.
“The offer doesn’t expire today, Sergeant.
The waiver doesn’t either.”
I closed the folder and took it with me.
Vivian said my name once, quietly, as I reached the door.
Gate Six was quiet at four o’clock.
The asphalt still gave off heat through my soles.
Private Dewitt stood at the barrier with his cap squared.