Chapter 15: US Marshal Ken Sullivan
I had only heard from Michael once this week. That wasn’t all that unusual by itself. Sometimes when he was slam busy with work he was not very communicative. I had my crazy weeks, too. When I got a text from him at eleven o’clock at night, I thought he’d probably just gotten home and was finally slowing down for the night.
u home? I need 2 talk.
Something about the phrasing didn’t bode well. I stood there looking at the message for a good long minute. Was this the prelude to “I can’t see you anymore”? He always seemed torn about our relationship, or the s****l part of it anyway. Presumably he was enough of a grown up to actually want a phone call rather than just a text? I sighed and replied.
Am home. Call when convenient.
I sank down onto the couc
