Before knocking on Brandon’s front door, Steve picked up a nondescript plastic package that a delivery man had tossed carelessly to the doorstep. Dawn Davis, Brandon’s mom, was the recipient. Steve noticed a slight tear in it. Not thinking as he waited for the door to open, he fingered the rip. His finger touched latex and a leathery fringe. He assumed Brandon’s mom might be into jean jackets from the 1980s. There was also a rod inside. It felt ribbed […]

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