A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
Colonel Bruce Harmon’s door stood open.
He waved me in with two fingers and pointed at the chair.
“Sergeant Conroy.
Sit.
You look like a woman carrying a problem.”
He poured iced tea from a glass pitcher into a sweating tumbler and set it in front of me without asking.
The office smelled of lemon polish and old paper.
I laid the log page on his blotter.
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