Bell got up and grabbed his keys.

“You’ll want a lawyer with some rank behind him.

The naval station has one.

Captain Douglas, in the base legal office.

Tell him I said to bring the bank pages.”

The precinct lot was packed with cruisers, and the sun was up over the brick.

Jenna had called four times while I sat in the truck, so I called her back.

Jenna, my sister-in-law, answered on the first ring.