Contemplation moved a finger along the index card’s edge as desperation bumped the file drawer closed. The desk lamp flickered off and on like a firefly on a warm summer evening and the broken cup handle slid from its copper resting place. A harsh metallic tone resonated as the drawer – and case – resisted closure.
The extra push slapped a tarnished frame onto the floor like a card from a brassy blackjack dealer. Heartache hit, a ten card broke a jack and deuce hand. The stakes were high and the bet was a beautiful brunette queen.