Static on the Line

Aiden’s POV

The smell of rain is in the air, along with the scents of metal, blood and the faint, pungent odor of cordite.

Marjorie Philips is gone.

She had been alive a few minutes ago -- laughing, thanking the officers, holding her son’s hand -- Cory, his name is Cory. And then a shot, a sing...

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