A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit

In the hallway I stopped under the window and let the light come up through the paper.

At 1400 I had Dewitt in the record room pulling gate logs.

The bottom drawer of the second cabinet caught on its rail, and he had to lift it with both hands.

“July and August, Sergeant.

Anything older went to the warehouse when they painted the ceiling.”

I set the memo on the reading desk and switched on the metal lamp.

Dewitt brought the August folder over and stopped.