A little after two in the afternoon, I crawled out from under Eddy’s house. Hours of inaction were driving me crazy, but I knew I couldn’t find Dmitri at the Char Bar for at least a couple more hours. Besides, there was someone I wanted to see more.
Michael was at school. I walked a couple miles back to my car and took off. I had no intention of talking to him, as I suspected that not only was the school locked down like Fort Knox after the recent parade of school shootings, but a plain-clothe...
Published on December 02, 2013 06:55