The tow truck that arrived at dawn was not from Miller’s private fleet. It was a flatbed from the state transportation depot down in the gap, its winches groaning under the weight of leased County Unit 07 as the crew hauled it out of bay one. An investigator carefully swept up the remaining fragments of amber lens from the bay floor, placing them into a second sealed pouch to match the piece recovered from my truck’s shattered front clip.
They Humiliated the New Police Chief Without Knowing Who He Was. One Radio Call Turned Their Confidence Into Absolute Terror.
Chapter 8
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