Dec 24, 2020
2 min read
The Plan
The bare chill of early autumn was eradicated in the body heat of those waiting to be searched. They were packed tightly enough that shoulders and elbows were catching in their neighbor’s ribs, driving both tempers and temperatures higher. Beads of sweat collected on Jacob’s brow and pooled in the palms of his hands. The subtle pull of the weapon in his pocket felt heavier than it should have; compounded by the weight of his guilty conscience.
