Every Tuesday he pays. With what?
For thirty years Richard Kane has noticed what people would rather hide. He reads a lie in the hands; a scar tells him the year and the circumstances.
He cannot work out what happens to him on Tuesdays.
An ordinary missing-person case brings Kane to a club where they pour him a drink he never ordered and hand him a bill with no figure on it. The woman who keeps the bar knows more about him than she should, and she always takes payment in advance.
By morning nothing is left of the night but the taste of a cherry stone and a matchbox with one match fewer in it.
For twelve weeks Kane counts the matches. Counting he can do.
Working out what he is paying with — he cannot.
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