The Faded Alibi
The evidence bag is heavy in your hands, the plastic crinkling with a sound like dry leaves, and you are holding it against the sterile white tile of the interrogation room wall as if it were a live grenade. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a detective who has spent twenty years pulling truth from the teeth of liars, and right now you are failing because the liar is a ghost. Or so Marcus Hale,...
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