Cracker’s POV“You should report it,” Grace snarled angrily over the phone, and I could practically feel the steam coming out of her ears, even through the speakers. “That’s seriously messed up! You could have gotten hurt!”“They were each other’s alibi,” I deadpanned, throwing the ball down the road one more time for Max to fetch. After my little incident with the cops, I went straight home. Took a long, calming shower and was now sitting on my front porch, nursing a cold beer.What? I’m a nervous drinker!Don’t judge!“And who would I report it to? They’re the authority around here!” I huffed. “Besides, you know how cops are! They’d rather bite a bullet than turn on each other,” I said, unfortunately speaking from experience. I sighed. “And here I was thinking it was only big-city cops who were assholes! What happened to all the nice, fat little sheriffs that loved doughnuts and coffee?”“I heard they’re
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