Evan went home, made dinner, tried to focus on nor…
Evan went home, made dinner, tried to focus on normal things. But that night, like every night since Detective Lamont’s call, he dreamed about a maintenance tunnel, about darkness and metal pipes and a Yankees cap lying in the dust, about a good man dying alone because he’d tried to help.
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