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

A photograph of his girlfriend showed at the corner of his ID card, her hair pulled back and one hand flat on her belly.

“She has another appointment Thursday,” he said.

“I put in for the morning.”

“Put it in again,” I said.

“In writing.”

Salas screwed the cap back on his water bottle.

“Sergeant, the list is missing two garrison names.

The airfield office sent it over that way.”