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

“The clerk who carried it up to personnel asked me this morning if you’d signed yet.

I said I didn’t know.

She told me to tell you to read the whole page.”

“What’s her name?”

“Ruiz.

She’s been there eleven years, she said.” He looked down at his boots and shifted his weight, left, right, left.

“Sergeant, if you sign that, you weren’t there.”

“If I sign it, the twelfth never happened.