Some memories die hard. Some people do, as well. Jamie Mills can still picture his father those 30-plus years ago, night after night, sitting in his chair, reading and writing himself to sleep. Jamie’s mother, Betty, had died not long before, and his father never slept in their bed again.
Instead, he sipped vodka and wrote until the hours overcame him. The next morning, he would put in another day of detective work at the Boston Police Department and start the routine all over again.