Corporal Dewitt had the tablet propped against the barrier housing, and he read off it the way he used to read the red logbook.

“Forty-one tags since six.

Two rejects.” He turned the screen toward me.

“Both expired stickers.

Dental clinic, and a contractor who backed out and came back at eight with a new one.”

“Anything else hold you up?”

“Two cars with out-of-state plates.

I called the number on the form both times.” He said it without waiting for me to ask, which was new.