A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
I asked at headquarters, and the clerk told me it came down verbally.”
“I saw the roster,” I said.
He looked at his boots.
“He wanted kids on the gate.
Kids who wouldn’t argue with an officer’s wife.”
Dewitt’s ears went red.
I closed the logbook and adjusted the brass buckle on my duty belt.
“Then he picked the wrong kids,” I said.