It was pushing toward eleven when Brian decided he should check his email. Given a couple of the current projects ongoing at work, it would be just like a couple of the managerial types to have sent him messages at midnight last night. He sat down in front of the laptop in his den and popped open Outlook. Spam, spam, spam, chatty message from Alicia…blake_t @ nypd.gov. The subject heading said, Sorry. Nothing like getting dumped by email. Did Brian really even want to open the thing?
From: blake_t @ nypd.gov
To: btownsend @ yahell.com
Subject: Sorry
Brian,
I was a s**t last night. I know you probably think I walked out because of something you did or didn’t do. My bad. I have this case. A little kid got killed. That’s not a good excuse, but I’m having a hard time getting it out of my
