Cop Tows A Man's Truck — Didn't Know Who He Was

Thomas Everett stood on the curb in his father's neighborhood, which was not his father's neighborhood at all, but that was the point, and waited for the rope to run out. The morning had started the way Saturday mornings were supposed to start, which was to say it had started slowly and without urgency, with the kind of quiet that a man in Thomas Everett's position learned to treat as a finite and precious resource.