Nine days, and the man still wasn’t done.

He had my money, he had Enzo’s building inspector, and he had a police complaint with my name on it, and the deadline hadn’t budged an inch.

I struck the match against the box, and the little flame rose up straight.

Then I opened the JAG trial notebook to the first blank page and started at the top.

By midnight I had fourteen names on my witness list, and I’d crossed out four of them before I switched off the lamp.

The final thing I wrote in the JAG notebook was a column heading.