THE CLUES
As he turned to go, Meat noticed a lipstick halfway between where he had found the wallet and the door to one of the stalls. He didn’t pick this up. He just stared at it as if trying to make a connection.
The wallet ...
The lipstick ...
His eyes continued to look.
A hair brush—a dainty one with speckles like confetti in the plastic.
The objects began to take on the feeling of a trail, things leading to something.
And Meat knew that at the end of the trail there was going to be something he didn’t like.
Something that would change his life.
And not for the better.
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