size of a single-car garage. Covered in green tarps. Half buried in the ground. You could walk past it from five feet away and not see it.
A man was laid out on the ground outside. Cuffed. A trooper had his knee on him. The man was bald and thin and had a scar across his mouth. He did not look at me.
I am glad he did not look at me. I was not in my right continue reading …
