Tonight, however, the silence was violated. Something shifted under a pile of broken cardboard, quick and deliberate, not the casual sway of wind.
His pulse jumped as he stepped closer, the powerful beam of his police flashlight cutting a stark circle through the oppressive darkness. Manny’s instincts, honed by years on the force, screamed a silent warning. This wasn’t a stray cat or a rolling tin can. This was intentional.
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