“But this one was pressed with fresh ink today, and the only pen that puts down that color sits on the colonel’s blotter.”

Dewitt shifted his boots on the concrete.

“Sergeant.

There’s something I should show you.”

He dug in his cargo pocket and came out with a small green notebook, the kind the shoppette sells for two dollars.

“I keep my own tally.

Every car through without a stamp.

Plate, time, driver, and who waved them on.” He held it against his chest.