The Line We Draw on Sun-Baked Asphalt and Broken Concrete Rules
CHAPTER 1: THE WEIGHT OF PARALLEL LINES “That car is in our space, move it before this becomes a problem!” The words hit the hot hood of the dark gray sedan like thrown gravel. Marcus Vance didn’t take his hand off the driver’s door handle. The metal was still radiating the three-o’clock sun, heavy and…