Chapter 11

Once outside, Michael felt his tensions ease. It was a perfect summer day—late afternoon, fragrant and somehow sad. Michael smelled the lilac that grew wild all around the bar. He also smelled grass and someone barbequing in a nearby yard. He heard kids, a dog, a plane high above, and a dull thumping of the music from inside the building. Then he wondered who was committing crimes, and what he wasn’t seeing.