The Night Sort

Tamika Prentiss is twenty-nine years old and she runs the night sort at the air cargo building her aunt left her at Newark.

She knows every number in that building by heart. She has since she was nine, sitting on a stool in her aunt's office with a grape soda, because a girl who is always being dropped off learns early how to be the one nobody can walk away from.

Eleven weeks after the funeral a cargo can comes down her belt already sealed. The number on that seal did not come out of her cage...