Go

Out in the Wrangler, Lucinda sat in the passenger seat, the badge and button in her lap. She reached over and shoved her key into the Wrangler’s ignition as Dale slung open the driver’s door. “What is this?”

“Drive. To Jonah’s house first.”

“That old haunted place?” Dale said.

“Get in, let’s go.”

Dale hopped in and fired up the Wrangler, backed up fast and headed out of town on Main Street, toward One Dollar Bridge. The snow hurtled at them now, collected on the windshield even as the wipers slapped at their highest speed.