When Doug got back to the station, Deb all but pounced on him ( Read more... )

By the time Doug turned on County J, he’d half convinced himself that the kids were probably drunk, possibly stoned, and had called in as a prank. Or, they had found someone who had died of natural causes and panicked. That wasn’t unusual. That had to be what was happening, because the odds of them finding a dead body, an unnaturally dead body, ( Read more... )

Doug Anderson yawned. He hated working nights, but Pruitt had vacation, so he was stuck. He was sitting in his car on Avon Road, wishing he had a cigarette. He needed a cigarette. Sighing, he took a peppermint out of his pocket and popped it in his mouth. His radio squawked ( Read more... )

The black Jimmy raced down the road. The two people inside it were giggling madly and passing a cigarette back and forth while the music blared. They were young, drunk, and in love ( Read more... )