CHAPTER FIVE
In hindsight, Mackenzie wished she would have stayed in Omaha overnight and come into Morrill County in the light of day. Crossing into the small town of Belton at 12:05 at night was beyond creepy. There were hardly any other cars on the road and the only lights to be seen were the streetlights along Main Street and a few neon signs in the windows of bars and the one place she was actually looking for, the town’s one motel.
Belton had a population of just over two thousand. It consisted mostly of farmers and textile plant workers. Small businesses were the heart of the place because no larger businesses dared try their hand in this part of the state. When she was a kid, a McDonald’s, an Arby’s, and a Wendy’s had all tried to make a go of it along Main Street, but each of the
