A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
“She’s already picked the house.
It has a fence and a lemon tree in back.”
“Then the fence is the first thing we check when you sign for it.”
At eleven thirty Private Salas had his elbow deep in the quarterly reviews and the bottom drawer of the file cabinet stuck halfway out.
He pulled, lifted, pulled again, and it came with a scrape of metal on metal.
“Third drawer this week, Sergeant.”