An FBI Agent Opens a Car Door on Lover’s Lane

Continuing from where we left off last week.

A limp hand fell through the gap as Drew opened the door, the same hand that had been on the glass moments before. The woman gasped. The man glowered. Neither covered their nakedness.

“Excuse me,” Drew said.

The other car fell deathly silent. Groaning, Drew opened that door too.

Blood.

Cover blown, Drew made the arrest.

Next week it’s back to poetry for me.

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