Under Cover of Night
When the town grew quiet and the police patrols thinned, Thomas and Greg slipped into their gear. They moved through Greg’s backyard, careful not to crunch the snow too loudly. The cold night air stung their faces, but the moon lit their path well enough. Ahead, the taped-off beach was still guarded. One officer sat slumped in a truck, dozing, unaware of the two men creeping past in the shadows.
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