Chapter Four: The Cleanup
The Crime Scene
The silence that followed was heavier than the one before. It wasn't the silence of anticipation; it was the forensic silence of a bomb site after the dust has settled, when all that's left is to catalogue the damage.
Garrett lay on his back on the cold, unforgiving concrete, staring up at the greasy underbelly of a 1998 Ford F-150. A single, perfect drop of black oil hung from the transmission case, a glistening teardrop poised to