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directly.”
We caravanned up the mountain: my car, Judith’s car, the deputy’s cruiser. The gate was still locked when we arrived. Mendoza’s Camry was gone, but when I checked the camera log, I saw he’d only left an hour earlier. He was inside.
I unlocked the gate with my phone. The three vehicles proceeded up the dirt road. For the first time in eighteen continue reading …
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