Every Tuesday he pays. With what?
For thirty years, private investigator Richard Kane has noticed what people would rather hide. He reads a lie in the hands; from the look of a scar he can name the year and the circumstances.
What happens to him on Tuesdays, he cannot work out at all.
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.
He is looking for a missing man, and the search closes in a circle on himself: 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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