My Movie Props Bleed Real Blood
Language: en
The highway drug interdiction point was a gauntlet of flashing blue and red lights against the obsidian sky. A state trooper, hand resting on his holster while his K-9 strained at the leash, tapped rhythmically on my driver’s side window. "Pop the trunk, please." My hand was already reaching for the release lever when Blake, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly lunged forward. He grabbed the trooper’s arm with a desperate, white-knuckled grip. "Officer... please... there’s a body in the back! A girl... she’s been butchered!" The dog exploded into a frenzy of barking. Within a heartbeat,…