Chapter 16: Chicago Detective Michael Branham
I changed into a pair of leggings and a half-zip over my T-shirt. Chicago in April was often pretty chilly. Sully changed, too, sweats and long sleeve tee. I locked the door of my condo and we took off at a slow lope to warm up.
I had about a half dozen different routes I usually run. I purposely chose one I knew was close to three miles. Sully was right in that I needed to move. Hours at the precinct, hours in the condo, doing things I shouldn’t have to the den, I needed to blow off steam.
After the first half mile, we sped up. I’d never run with him, I didn’t know much about his endurance levels. He was obviously in good physical shape but I got the impression he spent more time on weights than cardio. It was tempting to sprint until I cou
