No Darker Place. Debra Webb

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      “What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart!”

      —Nathaniel Hawthorne

      Vaughn Road, Montgomery, Alabama

      Friday, August 26, 10:30 a.m.

      Detective Bobbie Gentry wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. Despite the early hour she was melting right here on the sidewalk like a forgotten ice-cream cone. The weather forecast called for a high of 101 today—the same kind of record-breaking temps the capital city had been experiencing for fifteen grueling days in a row.

      The line of thunderstorms that had swept through about the same time her phone rang that morning hadn’t helped one bit. Steam rose from the simmering asphalt, disappearing into the underbellies of the blue-and-white Montgomery PD cruisers lining the sidewalk. The meteorologist who’d insisted milder temps were on the way had seriously overestimated the cool front accompanying this morning’s storm. The rain had done nothing but ramp up the suffocating humidity.

      She’d been a cop for ten years, a detective for seven of those, and СКАЧАТЬ