Halfway Heroes
Page 85
by Dustin Martin
The detour that would take Lydia and the others directly to the police station had sapped ten precious extra minutes. But any reinforcements they would find might prove helpful. They slowed down as they passed through an outer section of town, where they saw nothing except abandoned storefronts, quiet houses, wrecked cars in the street, and several bodies dragged off to the side. Nobody looked familiar. Lydia scarcely believed this was her city. She wished they’d drive faster.
The off-white three-story station was right on the edge of the inner city, its lights on, the air around it silent. The GOLDEN SPRINGS POLICE DE