I tried to talk to Cheryl, but she wouldn't listen and after just a few minutes I heard sirens and someone running up the stairs.
The police never put me in handcuffs but since I didn't live there, I had to leave. I tried to explain what had happened but they were not interested. I had been asked to leave so I was required to leave.
"Not without my daughter." I protested.
"I'm not his daughter. He's a fuckin' liar." She'd said fuckin' again.
I just looked at her, shook my head, and walked out. I walked for a long time before hailing a cab and going back to the hotel. When I got there, Grace and I talked about it. Michael arrived to take us to dinner. I chose not to go.
I tried to remember anyone named Jimmy Wilson and kept drawing a blank so I called my old boss. It was after business
