The Log 4

Looking like a slowly rotating lighthouse, the officer kept his flashlight’s beam focused on Jimmy’s face as the forty-year-old man walked back to his van. The driver’s side door opened, Rex leaning out into the cold.

“Mr. Saunders — ”

“Get the fuck back over there.” Jimmy pushed the teen back toward the passenger side, flung himself into the driver seat.

 

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