The Loot Mystery Short Story
by Christopher J. Lynch
The 1998 Oldsmobile struggled anemically over the pockmarked dirt road, its aged frame and body parts protesting noisily with every dip and gully. Ahead, they could see a swatch of desert open up as the headlights cut through the darkness. Behind, the red taillights cast an otherworldly glow in the dust trail the tires kicked up.