My Brother Hid a Recording Module Beneath His Daughter’s Dining Chair
The keys jumped in my hand, and the alarm didn’t go off.
Elisa didn’t flinch.
She looked at the car, then at me.
“There’s a dent in your roof now.”
“There’s a dent in my roof.” I got in and pulled the door shut.
The inside smelled like old coffee and cold vinyl.
I didn’t start the engine.
My phone lit up at two o’clock.
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