The Distant Clue
The leather of the jacket has not lost its warmth since the funeral, a constant, dry heat that presses against your ribs like a second pulse, and you have learned to trust it more than the radio, the briefing, or the men who wear the same grey uniform as you. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border patrol agent who has spent fifteen years walking the line between the desert and the law, but...
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