The Distant Journey
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel road into a slick, grey river that swallowed the tires of the unmarked sedan as Detective Elias Thorne drove toward the edge of the county. He did not look in the rearview mirror. He knew, with a certainty that settled in his bones like the cold damp of the car’s interior, that Marcus Vane was watching him from the back seat. Vane, who...
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