“Keys,” Nathan said. No one argued. Destiny was already at the door, pistol low. She checked the peephole. Empty porch. Empty street. The officers were gone from the gate. “Where are they?” she said. Nathan’s radio crackled. Static. Then nothing. “They’re not answering.” Elma’s stomach dropped. “Joseph—”“Don’t say his name,” Destiny snapped. She threw the door open. Two officers lay on the grass by the gate. Breathing. Unconscious. No blood. No signs of a fight. Just down. “Gas,” Nathan said. He’d seen it before. “Tasteless. Fast.” He kicked the gate. It swung open. The car was still there. Nathan’s SUV. Untouched. “Move,” he ordered. They ran. Marian in the middle. Elma behind her. Destiny covering the rear. Elma didn’t look at the house. She didn’t look at the broken window. She didn’t look at the black box on the floor. She just ran. *In the car:* Nathan floored it. Tires screamed on the gravel. Destiny was in the passenger seat, eyes on the mirrors. “We’re clean
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