Fiction

The Red Head

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“Has anyone ever gotten away from you?” Tobias asked.

“A couple,” I said.

“Really? I’ve never heard anyone escaping you.”

“They didn’t get away for long.”

“I see.”

We were sitting in a pickup truck, down the street from an old brick house. There was a “For Sale” sign in the yard, and a quick call to…