No Man’s Land
Sara Driscoll
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"If you want to know how the local sports teams are doing, but aren’t curious enough to read a paper or watch TV, swing by the Coleman A. Young Municipal Center."
"One of the endless dilemmas we face as law enforcement in Rockton is also one I faced as a homicide detective down south."
"So we’re supposed to sit here and wait until that asshole and his son feel like turning up? Why the hell didn’t you stand your ground and bring the boy in?"
"During advisory at the end of the day, while Mr. Mater drones on about a student council food drive and tryouts for the upcoming musical, I count three news teams on the school’s front lawn, waiting to ambush me the second I walk out the doors."
"It was the smell that hammered home his whereabouts as soon as he woke."
"When the intruder triggered the motion-sensitive security lights in his son and daughter-in-law’s backyard just after 2:00 a.m., seventy-four-year-old in-somniac Vincent Lyle was doing what he was always doing at that unforgiving hour; namely, sitting in the conservatory trying and failing to read Jonathan Franzen’s novel The Corrections."
"I wrote to Rachel Somers as soon as I got home, boldly announcing my arrival the following week."
"“Well, boys,” Steve McClendon began, “I think we all know why you’re here.”"
"In the dim light of dusk, she’d lost sight of Robo, and she stepped up her pace."
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