THINGS COULD NOT HAVE been worse. When I pulled my rattling, old Mustang into the village center, everyone was gathered on the porch outside the now-closed businesses. The skate shop was still open, but there was a small gathering outside their door as well. Jan saw my car and waved me over as she crossed the street to meet me.
“Dillon! You’re not going to believe this! It’s all over the news! Kevin Davies is dead! The local police found his body under some old, rusted-out Mass Transit stop. It had been blocked off and closed for almost fifteen years! The weirdest thing is, he was wearing his rollerblades!” Jan was trying not to hyperventilate when she gulped in the last part of her unimaginable words. “The worst part of all is that they just left the village with Mike Davidson. He’s a person of interest!” Jan never cries, but the tear that dripped down her face was followed by many more. I could feel my own eyes starting to burn.
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