A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
Private Salas.” Vance walked over to them and stopped close enough that they had to raise their eyes.
“Ma’am,” they said together.
“You put hands on your sergeant under an unlawful order.
You stopped the moment you understood what it was.” She let that sit in the heat.
“Nothing goes on your records.
Nothing goes in a letter.
Do you understand me?”
Dewitt’s chin was trembling.