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“KRP-709… she’s in the trunk… isn’t she?”

“KRP-709… is the girl… still bleeding?” police radio noises

Lena’s hand flew to her glove compartment. Not for the registration. For the small digital recorder she kept for off-book evidence. She hit record, capturing the radio’s next exhale of corrupted sound—a whisper buried in the white noise, repeating coordinates. 41.897, -87.624. “KRP-709… she’s in the trunk… isn’t she