The Faded Alibi
The axle snapped with a sound like a bone breaking, and the patrol car shuddered to a halt in the black mud of the flooded county road. Sergeant Elias Thorne, thirty-four, sat in the driver’s seat, his hands still gripping the wheel, watching the water rise around the tires. He had four hours until dawn, four hours to reach the county line and file the report that would clear his name for the...
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