KANE

The wind was whipping across the outdoor plaza of the cafe, scattering dry leaves across the pavement. I sat at a corner table, my coat buttoned to my chin, watching Detective Miller weave through the midday crowd.

She looked annoyed, her shoulders stiff and her jaw set. I didn't blame her. I had summoned her here like an errand girl after trying to shut down her life’s work over a phone call.

"This is a public place for a conversation you wanted to keep so quiet, Mr. Callahan," ...