CHAPTER 35 – The Car
Kat Ramirez had seen a lot of blood in her career. But this… this was the kind that made your stomach tighten, even if you thought you were used to it. She stepped out of her unmarked cruiser into the glare of floodlights, boots crunching over dirt and dry leaves. The orchard smelled like dust and rotting citrus. Yellow tape flapped in the breeze. A deputy tried to intercept her with a clipboard, but Kat brushed past him with a flick of her hand. Tell me something useful or get out of my way. Jordan Maddox’s car sat thirty yards in, the black Infiniti parked just off-center, doors unlocked, windows rolled up. Kat stood a long moment, watching the metal glint under the lights, noting the scuff marks in the dirt around the tires and the drag mark trailing off into the trees. Cars don’t a
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