Look at the tires, under the hood, on the seats, just as he’d done last night with other officers present. There was no sign of tampering except for a small spot of blood where Mouse Cop had been. Was it feline or human blood? The lab would let him know today. Last night, Comrade Bin’s bloody rib...
His heart pounded. Had she been hit? No, please. Dear God, no. Please, God, take me instead. His feet were rooted on the opposite edge of the highway as he looked in one direction at the truck shrinking in the distance and in the other where no help was in sight. A strange head arose from the g...