"Lewis, you have a phone call."
The voice that reached his ears brought Lewis back from his reverie, and he stretched out his hand to take the mobile phone that his wife was handing to him, but the caller ID on the screen made his expression change dramatically.
It was David's number.
A myriad of thoughts flashed through his mind, and he immediately pressed the answer button, "Hello, Director David?"
"It's me, Deputy Tax Inspector Lewis. How is it going? Is your work in Detroit still going smoothly?"
Hearing the greetings from David on the other end of the phone, Lewis's face immediately turned sour.
The high crime rate of the city of Detroit had been beneficial to their Internal Revenue Service's campaign against tax evasion.
But that was only in terms of work.
As for his personal life, it had been nothing but torture for him and his wife.
