“Too confusing,” Mike muttered back.
After almost three decades on the job, and after a day—and a night—like he had just had, Mike was feeling every moment of his forty-eight and then some years. Four straight days in court, a two-week trial that looked as if it would turn into three, witnesses lined up who would almost definitely break down on the stand, a home life that was crumbling around him: It was safe to say that he was in need of some caffeine and a decent night’s sleep. Sleep was unlikely, so the coffee would have to do.
Mike glanced in the side mirror and got a good look at himself. His shirt was wrinkled, his tie askew, and his navy pinstriped suit looked lived in. The stubble on his face was becoming increasingly obvious. His blue eyes blinked back at him, tired and bloodsho
