Autumn-Gracy

Our jagged edges fit perfectly together shards of broken lives

“I bet you five bucks it was a coyote.” Derek glanced over at him from the driver’s seat, raising his eyebrow disapprovingly. “Coyote’s wouldn’t do something like this.” “Okay, what about a pit dog?” “Maybe if someone else was ordering it to, but not on its own …” Chris absentmindedly rummaged through the lab kit sitting on his lap, pulling out an evidence bag. “Well, there’s gotta be fur somewhere in the car. We’ll know for sure in a couple hours, tops.” “Whatever. You shouldn’t gamble over crime scenes, man,” he sighed, pul