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

do not trust their own memory enough to insist on a different explanation. Instead you drove to his house at nine o’clock at night to give it back.” He looked at me evenly. “You did something that cost you something. Let someone say thank you for it.”

“I was just doing what anyone would do,” I said, and even as I said it I heard how hollow it was as continue reading …