Each year, my son planted sunflowers in memory of his twin sister who passed away—then one morning, we discovered them all cut down, with a white box left behind.

Not reckless angry.

The kind of anger that goes cold and steady because it knows exactly where it needs to go.

The Motel Meeting

Harris arranged the meeting at the Pine Crest Motel.

Before I got out of the cruiser, he made me repeat the plan twice.

Don’t improvise.

Don’t follow Vince anywhere.

Don’t hand over the envelope unless Harris gives the signal.

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