I Destroyed My Best Friend’s Grave Because of What His Widow Told Me

“It was a sheriff’s vehicle?” I asked.

“Not exactly,” Rachel said. “Play it again. Look at the truck.”

I did. Frame by frame. The truck was a dark blue Ford. Late model. Lifted. Custom wheels.

I knew that truck.

Every person in our town knew that truck.

It belonged to Kyle Briggs. Twenty-two years old. The sheriff’s son.

Rachel told me the rest.

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