Bait and Switch
Grave Dagger flash fiction #1

Dalton Smith parked his car curbside in front of Central Precinct. A quick glance at his watch confirmed the time; he could safely ignore the parking meter.
“Free parking on weekends and after 6:00,” he said under his breath. He pocketed his keys and climbed the steps to open Central’s front door.
An aura of watchful efficiency dominated the foyer.
The desk officer, Constable Franklin, broke into a weary half-grin at Dalton’s entrance. “Good evening, Mr. Smith. All ready for your trip to New Beltwain?”
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