“Ninety-five to ninety-one.

An hour and forty, if the bridge treats us well.”

I signed the log with my full name, my full rank, and the date.

Jenkins read it out of the corner of his eye the way a man does when he wants to know who he’s driving.

“Been a long day, ma’am?”

“Long enough, yes.”

He shook a peppermint into his palm and held the tin out to me.

“My wife buys these by the case.