My stomach dropped instantly. I walked over and opened the door slowly. Standing on my porch was an officer in full uniform, badge gleaming in the morning sun. His expression was serious and steady.Everything inside me went cold. My mind raced through a hundred possibilities, each one worse than the last.
“Evan Carter?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” I said slowly.
His eyes stayed locked on mine. “We need to have a conversation.”“Did I do something wrong?” I asked, my voice barely steady.
He studied me for a long moment. “I would like you to come with me, please.”The drive in his vehicle felt longer than it should have. I kept replaying the night before in my head over and over. The wallet. The cash. The older man crying on his porch.
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