Two Black SUVs Rolled Into My Aunt’s Backyard

low and moved.

At the end of the easement, through broken slats in Donna’s rear fence, I could see the van’s rear quarter panel in the alley. White. Mud on the lower half. Back door not fully latched.

One person in the cargo space, Sandra had said.

I slid closer until I could hear voices.

Kessler wasn’t in the back.

He was in the passenger seat.

He’d brought continue reading …