A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
“That couldn’t have surprised you.” He said it flatly.
“That name came off the bypass roster by my order, and I would sign the same order tomorrow.”
He picked up his coffee and drank and did not offer me a chair.
“Now.
The duty roster for the twelfth of August.”
“Sir.”
“That roster didn’t leave this building by accident.
Let it be.” He folded his napkin once, along the crease.