The wind was blowing the white sheet of paper so hard there was an audible flapping noise and a hiss.
Nick DeLeon looked at the paper fluttering under his wiper and immediately took two steps back to make sure he was between the parking lines. He was.
Steck’s kid was in a band. Maybe it was a flier for one of their shows.
There were no other fliers on any …
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