Michael's POV
"I have something for you, sir, and I'd like it if you could come." That was the first thing the detective told me when I picked up his call at exactly 8 AM. It was early, and I knew what he wanted to say was very important.
I didn't go to work immediately. I had to see the detective. When I got to his office, he went straight to the point. The detective's voice was clipped, like he was reading off some script that shouldn't be told, but I could tell he was careful. That was why he hadn't wanted to tell me anything over the phone.
"Michael," he started, his voice like gravel grinding against soft stone. "I've been asking around, digging into your mother's way of life and all. There's something you should know."
I didn't say anything. I was tense. My fingers tapped the table absent-mindedly. I wondered what he found; I was curious as well as scared.
