Unknown Outsider — Alice Peachy Fix

That was the problem.

But Alice never corrected anyone. Correction required conversation. Conversation required trust. Trust was a luxury she’d left behind. unknown outsider alice peachy

But then she heard the crunch of boots on gravel. Not one set. Three. And behind them, the rumble of Sheriff Dorn’s truck. That was the problem

Alice watched, breath held, as the sedan idled for a long minute. Then it reversed, turned around, and disappeared into the night. and disappeared into the night.