Chapter 8: Chicago Detective Michael Branham
I laid my phone on my desk and folded my arms. My weekend was going to feature a funeral. Uncle Ned had been battling cancer for more than a year. This morning he had lost the war. I stared at the ceiling, trying to itemize the tasks that I now needed to get done in a hurry. Book a flight to DC to leave as early as possible on Friday and come back as late as possible on Sunday. Hotel reservations for Friday and Saturday, and a rental car. With luck, maybe I could do it all online in an hour or two. I also had to face the Captain and request the days off. I guess it was a good thing I had only blown a couple of sick days last month after the epic car wreck Sully and I had had.
Sully. US Marshal Ken Sullivan. I had thought about calling him at l
