The rain started around 10:00 and hadn’t let up since.
I was driving home on the service road near Route 51, wipers on full, eyes half closed from exhaustion. All I wanted was a hot shower and maybe four hours of sleep before I had to wake up and go through the case files one more time.
Then I saw the car.
A black Mercedes pulled halfway onto the shoulder, hazard lights flashing weakly in the downpour.
Two girls stood beside it, maybe 19 or 20. Both soaked through, one of them waving at passing cars that kept going.
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