All Silent on the Flint

"Just choked on my smoke."

Jones took a drag and stared at the corpse as it slowly drifted with the current.

“This is the fifth killed body floating on the Flint this month,” Bobby said. “Turnin into a bloody December, ain’t it Sheriff?”

"Fourth, Bobby. Don't say five until you’re sure. That girl might of drowned."

“Alright.”

Bobby turned away from the sheriff and jumped overboard. His splash sent water spraying in the air and ripples lifted the body.





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