Chapter 12: Chicago Detective Michael Branham
We sat out on the balcony of my condo, drinking beer as the sun set. I stretched my legs out in front of me and tipped my head back against the wall behind the chair.
“Tell me about the prisoner you escorted,” I said.
“Witness. And believe me I think it would have been ten times easier if he was a prisoner. Whine, whine, b***h, and whine. He cut a deal. He’s still a scum bag,” Sully replied.
“Sounds like you had a sucky day.”
He gave me a look that pretty much smoldered. “It’s ending well.”
“We should do something about dinner.”
“It’s your city. Make a suggestion.”
“That sounds like a loaded sentence.”
Sully grinned. “You can take it any way you like it.”
“There’s a decent Italian place about a mile and a half from here. Good food. Go
