On rotations—at the medical examiner.   An eighteen-wheeler was in front. The roads weren’t particularly slick with rain. The eighteen-wheeler wasn’t driving erratically. Mister was following too close. Was his mind occupied with grief because he had just left his old friend’s funeral? Behind his dusty eyeglasses, three years over due for new lenses, were […]

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