Chapter 76
The tires hummed against the road as Mark drove through town, the city giving way to the older side streets that fed into the bar district. The morning sky was overcast, the sunlight dull and bruised, casting long shadows across the cracked sidewalks. Kyle sat in the passenger seat, flipping through the slim file they’d been given on Vivian Twombly. Every so often he made a small noise under his breath, a grunt or a hum, but mostly he stayed quiet, letting the soft drone of the radio fill the space between them. Mark kept one hand loosely on the wheel, the other tapping rhythmically against his thigh. He wasn’t in the mood for small talk. His mind kept drifting back to Ronnie—how peaceful she’d looked curled up against him that morning, her hair tangled around her face, her breathing slo
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