He always would send me songs. For a long time I couldn’t figure out why he would send them. They were usually bubbly pop songs about love. I still remember him sitting with me listening to Becky G “singing in the shower.” He looked at me expectantly and I looked back in curiosity. These aren’t the songs you’d expect a grown man to like. Especially a cynical cop. The first time I ever heard “Perfect” by Ed Sheerin, Micah played it for me and danced with me in the kitchen. But he would never say