Chapter 11: US Marshal Ken Sullivan
This time we kept in touch. A lot of it was work-related texts, but we did talk occasionally. It wasn’t deep. It wasn’t even anything that would have drawn attention to the fact we’d screwed each other stupid the last time.
Toward the end of the month I was offered an assignment that involved escorting a witness to Detroit. I did a little mental math with the help of google maps and found out Detroit was roughly a four hour drive from Chicago. Would Michael be interested in getting together? Only one way to find out. I texted him. That was usually more straightforward than a phone call, given our wonky schedules.
If I have chance to come up yur way, u interested?
It took him an hour or so to get back to me. Absolutely. When?
I sent him dates. If I b
