Land of the Blind, Part 18

18 – Fathom It was the start of a wonderful day. It always was when you spent an hour at a crime scene in handcuffs. The Federal Way cops didn’t seem to like him. The lead detective on the scene, a guy named Guldbrandsen, the one who had the cuffs slapped on him out of what seemed to be pure malice, kept giving him the stink eye, and kept asking him for the full story of what he found and why he’d come here, clearly thinking he was lying. As he sat in the back of a squad car, the door open so he could sit half in and half out of the car, waiting for this idiocy to end, an Asian beat cop so young he barely looked old enough to be served in a bar came over to lean on the car. “You’re McKichan, aren’t you? I read that article about...

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