It was supposed to be down time, a break between trials, a trip to the big city. I was going to sit with a bit witness and listen to him be questioned by federal agents. He wasn’t a target of the investigation. He was just one of many folks agents wanted to interview about a major crime.
Trust of government, whether state of local, is in short supply in my household. My father was an illegal immigrant, living on forged papers until the day he died. But for his decision to shoot a man, and the requisite need to flee Detroit, I would not exist. In the pre-computer era, you could leave one town, and hide in another. He was an armed robber by trade. You settled disputes about loot any way you could.
