A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
“Then we treat it as an unofficial change.” I set the clipboard down.
“Find the duty clerk’s pencil note and put it in a folder.
If headquarters wants this roster, they can put a signature on it.”
Salas glanced at his boots.
“Sergeant, the clerk said the change came from the commander’s office.”
“Which commander?”
“She wouldn’t say.”
A warm breeze pushed the office door against its stop.