A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit
No review board stamp.
No date of action.
The page under it was blank.
Boots came down the aisle at 1215.
Vance set her glasses on the desk and stood at my shoulder.
“Read it to me.”
“Cole, Vivian J.
Clerk typist.
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