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

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Then get in the shade and drink water, both of you.”

Salas pulled the jug off the shelf inside the shack and poured two cups, and his hands were steady enough by the second one.

Vance came back to the table.

“How many children, Sergeant?”

“Three, ma’am.”

“Then you will eat supper with them tonight.

That is not a suggestion.”