I looked
hard at the circled day on the calendar. It was hard to believe another year
had gone by. It didn’t seem that long ago.
The painter scraped a blade along
the glass, taking away the names.
“This is it, Matt.” Max said,
pouring me a shot of his disgusting vodka. “We are no longer Stein & Allen.
I go back to being plain old Max Stein Investigations.”