DON’T JUDGE A DRAFT BY IT’S ACCIDENTAL PUBLICATION. I’LL BE BACK TO FINISH THIS LATER. THX!

She stood beside detective Brooks, her arms so tight across her chest that they nearly met in the back. She looked peaked, gray, ten years older than six months ago. David picked up the megaphone and called into the house.

“Come out Jason. No one’s going to shoot, no one’s going to hurt you, we’re going to ask you some questions.

The silence as answer, the curtains drawn tight made him wonder if Jason was even in there. Had he been wrong about Lanie all along? Was she actually helping her husband escape rather than helping David catch him?