Twenty-One Pilots hummed through the speakers as Sarah clicked her left turn signal on, stopping at the four-way intersection as the single traffic light blinked red. She had almost reached her destination. I do love this area, she thought to herself, switching the windshield wipers to the “interval” setting. She saw no other vehicles approaching from any direction and made the turn. Her red Toyota Camry accelerated smoothly over the rain-slick pavement until she glimpsed the parked, unmarked police cruiser through the trees. It was parked in front of a modest, cozy looking brick two-story. Even from a distance, she thought that she could see Alex through the bay window in the front room as she slowly approached, presumably uncorking a bottle of Cabernet Franc and putting the finishing tou
