I reached over and clicked it off.

Sunlight barely made it through the single small window of my apartment near Riverfront Market.

I could hear the city buses groaning down the avenue.

I hadn’t slept.

The forged bank letter Gregory had produced sat exactly where I had left it, right next to the muddy blue passbook.

Fifty dollars.

That was the fifty-dollar diner bill Pamela and Dustin had left unpaid.

I had emptied my emergency coin jar just to cover the waitress’s tip.