A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
“The baby.
We think.”
“You think?”
“He wants Daisy.
She wants Ruth.
I’m staying out of it.” He grinned, then saw the folder.
“Is that the promotion, Sergeant?”
“Page two.
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