“Unlocking Secrets: What Lies Within Carrie Mac’s Mysterious Three Envelopes?”
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White orthopedic shoes, brown polyester pants, a pink cardigan with little red hearts marching around the cuffs. An arm outstretched and resting in the pool of blood seeping from her head, a curly plastic bracelet with one key, a fistful of mail. Her head is the wrong shape. A dirt tire-track crosses her face. Her jaw lists to one side. Her temple is a shallow bowl, her nose smashed flat.
An SUV is parked in the middle of the road. The driver’s side door is open, and the engine purrs. Talk radio leaks out: —Coming up, traffic and weather on the ones.
