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

No gate tag on the bumper.

“That’s twice,” Salas said.

I opened the red hardbound logbook and wrote the plate number in the margin.

The ink took a second to dry in the heat.

“Sergeant,” Salas said.

“About August twelfth.

Miller moved me and Dewitt to this gate.

No written notice.