A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
“There’s a sergeant in the provost marshal’s training shop with a file that says she’s ready for more than a desk,” I said.
“Ask for her by name, and she’ll report Monday.”
“I have someone in mind.” Vance stood and put her glasses back on.
“I wanted to hear you say no out loud, in this room, so nobody could claim I pushed you.”
“Now you have it.”
“Commander Miller’s retirement papers take effect the first of November.
Colonel Harmon’s case stays with the justice division, and it stays there.” She paused at the door.
“None of that belongs to you anymore, Sergeant.