MICHAEL<br > t was after five o clock when he left the courthouse. Pushing<br > open the glass doors， he felt the wall of heat push back at him，<br >the sun pouring more heat down on his head. Unseasonable<br >weather for May in Michigan; in the nineties for the last two<br >weeks， and no rain in sight. How long had it been since they d<br >had any? Those farmers around the state with vineyards and<br >cherry orchards would know. A bad summer ahead if this did not<br >end soon.<br > He walked toward the parking lot， feeling the sweat break out<br >on his forehead. Underneath his suitcoat his shirt was sticking to<br >his back. Hotter now at five o clock than it had been at noon; the<br >air so thick you could make a fist and squeeze it through your fin-<br >gers.<br > While he waited for the air conditioning to take over， he drove<br >with the windows down; turned the vents so that the cooled air<br >would spill upward into his face. Ahead of him a green Ford<br >sedan with a Shriner s fez in the rear window made as if to com-<br >plete the turn onto Telegraph Road， then halted in the middle of<br >the intersection. Damnit， move. He laid on the horn， and the car<br ><br >