A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
“Who called?”
“The clerk didn’t take a name.”
I looked at the sheet.
My own name had been moved from Thursday afternoons to Wednesday mornings.
Dewitt and Salas had been split onto different shifts.
“Was there a signed order behind it?”
Salas shook his head.
“Nothing in the binder, Sergeant.”