Jamie slammed his hand against the dash of the car and the heater fan rattled to life. The sun glared through the crystallized windshield as he waited for the little oval of visibility slowly grew in front of him. He looked down to the gas gauge and wondered if he’d make it to the station.
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My life will never be the same.
Walking by my daughter’s room with an armload of laundry, I pause to listen at the door.
“I’d love to, babe, but my phone’s just about out of juice!
Detective Arnie Chalmers dropped his finished cigarette to the asphalt, ground it with his heel, and waited for his partner to catch up.
