Chapter 17

17

Cam

Ten minutes go by, fifteen, the afternoon sun begins its descent from up high, Cam just watching the roof clear and the warehouse suck up the police and not spit them back out again, the two officers near her not saying a word, or removing her, just doing nothing.

It’s sixteen minutes after the shots that Cam sees them. Her body chills as she notices. The crawl of them. The slow-moving non-urgency.

Forensic scenes-of-crime officers, all in white, like something from a silent movie.

And then, several moments later, an ambulance, but there’s no emergency contained within it.

It’s the only vehicle around without its blue lights on.

Cam can only hope it’s not for her husband.

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