My Tracker Disappeared Until My Dad Called And Told Me To Run

and needed the air.

He looked at me over his shoulder. “Right now?”

“I’ll be back by noon.”

He smiled. “Text me when you get there.”

I smiled back. I was not thinking about how much the smile cost me. I was thinking about the east side of the building, and Tomás, and what was on that recording.

The car was a dark blue SUV parked in the shadow of the building’s continue reading …