The Distant Affair
March 12. "Inspector Ashworth, you’re late." The voice belongs to Miller, my subordinate, and it carries the specific, hollow ring of a man who has rehearsed this moment in the cold dark of his own apartment. I am forty-two years old, a senior inspector at the county jail, and I want to clear my name before the board meets on Friday. The rain hammers the tin roof of the annex, a relentless...
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