“Unlocking Secrets: What Lies Within Carrie Mac’s Mysterious Three Envelopes?”
“This is the driver’s house,” the cop says as the fire crew approaches with all the equipment I didn’t have to ask them to get. “She was going to pick up her kid from preschool and she backed out of the driveway and ran over this lady here.”
This lady here.
This lady here, who sticks her tongue out at me as she bucks the airway and her chest lurches with sucking, agonal breaths.
“What’s that?” The cop squats to inspect a bit of pulp on the concrete, near the hand gripping the mail so tight that her fingertips are as white as the envelopes. “Is that brain matter? Tell me it’s not brain.”
