“The white Mercedes will be through Gate Six Friday at six.”

“Then it needs a tag.”

“I expect two tags by Thursday.” She got back in the car and pulled away without checking her mirror.

The white scarf lifted once behind her neck.

I put the grocery sack on the back seat and sat there with the engine off.

A priority tag request was a one-page form.

Vivian Harmon had been on this base long enough to know that.

At two I was back at Gate Six with Dewitt.