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• “Don’t lose faith, Harlow,” Judge Hollowell says. He’s standing in his nice button-down shirt, slacks, and dress socks, arms crossed over his chest as he watches me. “What the
• My hands shake as I hurriedly scrape off the car, and as soon as the windshield and other windows are clear enough for me to see through, I toss the scraper into the back seat and slide behind the wheel.
• toward the house. The front door is shut, but when my gaze drifts over toward the living room, I see Judge Hollowell standing near one of the large windows. He’s got his hands in his pockets, and his posture is relaxed, but the way the light hits him casts him in a stark silhouette. I can’t make out his expression.
• It’s a dark car, creeping down the road behind me.
• The brakes lock up and the car spins, whirling through space like a top spinning across a table. Everything outside becomes a blur of white and gray, and I hold on to the wheel as if that will save me somehow. Then there’s a loud metallic crack, and my body is jerked roughly sideways. The seatbelt punches me in the chest as it tightens suddenly, an...