A Welcome Grave
“I winced and slowed, shielding my eyes with my forearm. When I brought the truck to a stop, the spotlights went off, and then someone’s knuckles rapped on my window.
After a hard blink that sent white squares floating through my field of vision, I lowered the window, and after one more blink I was staring into the face of Hal Targent.
“Mr. Perry, how are you?”
“Tired, and going home. You want to clear those cars out of my way?”
“No, I want you to clear yourself out of your truck.”
I looked away from him and leaned back in my seat, frustration building through me and threatening to spill over. I wasn’t ready to deal with more of this. Not another cop sweating me over things I had nothing to do with. Not tonight.
“Get out of the truck, Mr. Perry.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?” He leaned in the window, and I could smell cigarettes on his breath.
“There’s no reason for me to get out of the truck, Targent. What the hell do you want?”
“Just want to talk. Easier to do that if you get out here with us.”
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