Chapter 9

Too much adrenaline burn in too short a time, we both drifted to sleep. 6: Chicago Detective Michael Branham

Time was creeping by in weird fits. When I woke again, I had no idea if I’d been asleep five minutes or five hours. It was still dark. The only light was the glow of the kerosene heater. I thought I still heard the wind howling outside, too.