All the Sinners Bleed

Albert was about to press his case further when Titus’s radio crackled to life. “Titus, come in!” The voice on the radio was his dispatcher, Cam Trowder. As soon as he ended one call another would sound, and he’d answer with the generic response Titus had told him to use in case of a mass casualty event. “Yes, there has been an incident at the high school. Titus wondered if the body had given the morticians a lot of difficulty, because Gene Dixon was going into eternity with a noticeable scowl on his face. “Please stand,” a deep rumbling voice commanded. Titus wondered if someone would finally beat his father’s time.