“Unlocking Secrets: What Lies Within Carrie Mac’s Mysterious Three Envelopes?”
“Do you smoke?” The next time we work together, I’m going to pin a damn dollar store toy badge on him. I’m going to appoint him Sheriff myself. “Is that where you went when we got here?”
“I don’t smoke.” He points to a row of garbage bins. “I went over there.”
“To throw up?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I just went over there to smell the garbage. I wanted to smell something other than blood and puke.”
“Did it work?”
“Sure,” he says. “For a minute.”
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When the ambulance is clean and restocked, we sit in the front, not talking. He scrolls on his phone, and I eat my lunch, until Dispatch calls us. They want us to go back to the address, this time for the driver, who is short of breath and drifting in and out of consciousness.
