Night fell on the town of Reaper’s Bend, Pennsylvania. Deputy Regis Jones pulled his cruiser into his prime parking spot in front of the Sheriff’s office. The chill in the November air kissed his skin as soon as he stepped into it and he wondered, not for the first time, why he hadn’t run off to Texas with Sharon West all those years ago instead of purs…
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