(Crash)
I noticed the car late.
Not because it wasn’t there, but because the night had already filled in around it. The Spoke stayed busy the way it always did, people moving in and out like they belonged there, noise carrying every time the door opened. That kind of movement covered things up if you didn’t know what to look for, and for a few minutes, I didn’t give it enough attention.
Then it didn’t move.
That was what pulled my focus back to it. Cars came and went all the time, people pulled in, stepped out, left again, but this one stayed parked across the street like it had nowhere else to be. The driver didn’t get out, didn’t shift much, didn’t act like someone waiting on food or company.
He just sat there.
I leaned against the bike and kept my eyes off it for a second, letting
