Detective's Dining Table

[This is not a cool article. This is debt repayment. A veteran detective who has worked for eighteen years, a female college student who has been in captivity for five years, a forensic doctor who shielded me from the gun, and an informant who died in the river. When justice has a price, how much are you willing to pay? Three o'clock in the morning, a riverside noodle shop, an empty chair, and a bowl of lard noodles. "Sorry, but not today." I said this thirty-seven times. For the thirty-eighth time, I won't say it anymore.