True "sweep crime."
"It's that chaotic, huh."
"The mayor is a member of the Aryan Brotherhood."
The taxi driver came with another explosive piece of news.
Casare scratched his head, a world of magical realism.
Now he had seen everything but ghosts.
"Who do you support?"
The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, laughed, "I support money. Fighting doesn't do me any good, right?"
Casare nodded, the driver was right.
As they chatted, they arrived in the U.S. Military Retired Center in downtown Detroit. It should be called the Military Retirement and Job Reintegration Center.
Just as he was getting out of the car, the driver stuck his head out, "Sir, be careful. I have a bad feeling lately. Don't get caught up in this; Detroit is beyond saving."
Casare was taken aback, and impulsively, he handed out his business card, "If you're in danger, call me. You take care too."
