The Faded Alibi

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The Faded Alibi

The cold patch on my left palm was the size of a quarter and it didn’t dry. I sat in the office, the fan blowing dead air over the desk, and stared at the damp spot. It pulsed in time with the stutter in my chest. Twenty-two years on the force, and the last thing I wanted was to retire with a stain on my record. I needed to close the Harrow file. I needed to prove I was still sharp, still...

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