That’s How We Know: Intero - a novella by David Charles Kramer
That’s How We Know: Intero a novella by David Charles Kramer Martin Rourke kept the photograph in the drawer with his spare ammunition. He had never thought about the arrangement. Two loaded magazines. A bottle of antacids. Three dead batteries. And Emily Cates at eight years old, standing between her parents in a yellow winter coat, grinning through the gap where her two front teeth had been. Rourke stood beside her. He was thirty-one in the photograph. Thin. Dark-haired. Still young enough that the badge looked slightly too large for him. On the back, Emily’s mother had written: THANK YOU FOR SEEING WHAT EVERYONE ELSE MISSED. Twenty-six years later, Detective Martin Rourke still read those words when he needed to remember who he was. That Wednesday he read them twice. The second time was at 10:41 p.m. At 11:18, he put David Karma in handcuffs. * * * Karma was standing outside the Mariner Diner with coffee in one hand and his keys in the other. ...