He always chose the same table and kept an eye on the door. We reached a tacit agreement: I wouldn’t question his past, and he wouldn’t question mine.
Over time, we began to talk. First about time and books, then about the truths we had both tried to escape.
Grant had been a detective in Chicago. He uncovered a corruption case involving his partner, but the evidence backfired. His career and reputation were ruined, and the attack that led him to the restaurant was meant to silence him.
“I lost
