Police drives off
Harper turned without another word, heading for his truck. Pete and Felix exchanged tense glances but didn’t speak. They knew better than to interrupt the fire still burning in his chest. The sheriff’s vehicles began pulling away, their tires crunching over gravel, engines humming low. Harper gripped the wheel as he climbed into his truck. He was ready to follow. The answers were coming—and he wasn’t leaving without them.
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