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

They’ll be filthy.”

Twenty-eight years.

That was longer than my whole career in uniform.

“May I ask what I’m looking for?”

“You’ll know it by what isn’t in the box,” Vance said.

She read down the page, then further, and stopped with her thumb holding a line open.

“Your name came up in a stack of garrison paperwork this morning.

Nothing for you to worry about yet.”