The Distant Summer
Chapter One Who was the last one to see the dress before it began to bleed heat into the cold air? Xochitl Zepeda asked the question aloud in the locker room, her voice flat against the hum of the fluorescent lights. She was forty-two, a border patrol agent with twenty years of service etched into the lines around her mouth, and she stood before the open locker of the precinct, watching the...
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