“Twice.”

“Tuesday.

And again this morning.”

I turned the cabinet key, pulled the drawer handle to make sure it had caught, and walked out with Dewitt behind me.

At 1730 I cut down the housing lane with my cap under my arm.

The white Mercedes came up slowly behind me and stopped at the curb with the passenger window down.

“Sergeant Conroy.”

Vivian Harmon had her sunglasses pushed up on her head.