The Death Row Club

The engines of the police cars sputter; their radios crackle. It took the police showing up, court order in hand, before they finally moved behind the wire fences. Look, the clasp’s broken.” She points to where a section’s snapped off. “Connor probably found it, then set it aside in case anyone came to claim it. The sound of rushing water grows louder, until finally, the grasses thin, and Ellicott Creek comes into view.