A Single Spark
The thing that broke everything was a receipt. I found it in the glove compartment of the green Chevrolet three days after Vincent Cross walked into my office. The car was parked in the abandoned gas station in the Mojave, its engine cold, its glass cylinder empty, its brain removed for maintenance. Vicky Cross had left it there while she went into town for supplies, and I had followed her,...
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