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

“A man with a name?”

“A lieutenant.

He had a clipboard.

He asked me who put you on the afternoon shift at Gate Six.” Dewitt’s hand went to his shirt pocket and stopped there.

“He asked it twice.”

“What did you tell him?”

“That the schedule comes down from headquarters and I don’t read it, I just work it.”

“Good.” I put my thumb on the brass buckle of my belt and left it there a second.