“Don’t sign anything anybody hands you.

Not a single sheet of paper.”

He wiped his hands on his apron and nodded, and I noticed he’d already set the bag of rolls in my usual spot at the end of the counter.

The message light on my phone was flashing when I got back upstairs.

The front desk at the precinct wanted me in at four.

The detective had a folder open on the table between us and never offered me coffee.

“Mr.