12 MILES

IT LIES THERE ON HIS DESK LIKE AN INVITATION: The notepad with my dad’s writing:

The girl is the key. No drug without her. Possibly still in Alaska, but coming by boat to the continent. Around 17. Shortish: 5’5”. Long black hair. Two huskies. Gold starburst in one eye.

What’s a gold starburst? I wonder.

I push the notebook back to where it was when I found it. And then I get the hell out of there before Dad comes back.

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