A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
“That’s more than most wives on this post would offer a sergeant with a clipboard.”
“Who typed this?”
“Post legal.
A clerk in legal.” The chain went tight around her wrist and stayed there.
“Does it matter who typed it?”
“It matters if the word misunderstanding goes into my record while the logbook says otherwise.”
“You’re holding a promotion and arguing about a word.” She looked at the folder under my arm.
“Bruce is handing you a life.