Chapter 4Kit followed Bret out the door. He paused on the porch, studying his snow-covered truck. Although the sun shone down, the air held a biting chill. The snow was slowly melting. The layer covering the windshield slid down, revealing an inch or two of glass.
“There’s a place to start,” Bret said. He raised the broom he’d brought out and shoved at the snow. Beneath the thin, icy crust, the snow appeared soft.
Kit debated a moment before stepping off the porch. The snow came well above her ankle-high boots, but she could handle that. She looked around for something to use as a snow-removal tool. Her gaze fell on an old license plate, stuck between two boards of the porch railing. She tugged it loose and pried at the crusted snow on the hood of the truck. The layer seemed harder there
