It was a crisp, clear morning in Pine Grove, a small town nestled in the rolling hills of Upstate New York. The streets were quiet, just beginning to stir as the day unfolded. People went about their routines, unaware of the events that were about to unfold.
Among them was Officer Greg Collins, a well-known figure in Pine Grove—tall and broad-shouldered, with the kind of self-assuredness that came from years of patrolling the same streets. Collins was a man who prided himself on knowing every corner of his town. To him, nothing happened in Pine Grove that he didn’t know about.
As Collins patrolled the quiet streets that morning, his eyes scanned the familiar surroundings: the local coffee shop, the grocery store, the row of modest houses. All perfectly ordinary. But then, something caught his attention. Parked just outside a small convenience store was a sleek black sedan. There was….Read Full Story Here………………….
