After Returning a Lost Wallet From My Mechanic Shop a Sheriff Came Looking for Me

begins. He was tall, somewhere in his early forties, with the contained physical presence of a man who is accustomed to situations where presence matters.

My mother appeared in the hallway behind me. I heard her intake of breath.

The first thought I had, before fear, before any calculation of what I might have done, was the same thought I always have continue reading …