Everything leaves a trail in the South.
The heat doesn't forgive, and the crime burns hotter than the sun.
Down here, everyone has a price.
Enough to sell themselves short-or sell each other out.
The bayou keeps the dead's secrets, they say.
But why should the gators and the humidity be the only ones allowed to hide the truth?
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