I Bought My Father a $3.2M Property Before Leaving for Eight Years and Came Back to Find Him Living in a Shed

undercover work is adrenaline and car chases and men in trench coats. Sometimes it is. Mostly it is loneliness made so disciplined it begins to feel like another organ.

I was fifty-four when I went under. I had survived a bullet crease through the ribs in a Windsor warehouse, a knife fight in a Montreal alley, and years of crossing borders with men continue reading …