CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
I made sure to write down the tag number before heading back home. Noting the license plate number reminded me that I had two others to check out. So I searched for identifying information for all three. Turned out the two cars behind The Void were owned by the same person—Mabel Forbes. The brown sedan’s license plate number was the real oddball. I couldn’t even find a listing.
I took a moment to sit still and close my eyes. The need to ignore reality felt overwhelming. My life was becoming increasingly surreal. To think that a week ago, I was a Marine with PTSD and an opioid addiction who was trying to make a living as an unlicensed private eye. Now, I’m still the same thing, but with a couple of dead clients, the cops suspecting me of murder, and a mystery man in a brown sedan who may or may not have some interest in me.
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