Chapter 1
Erin Evans stared at her hand on the thin red plastic steering wheel without seeing it, singing Frosty the Snowman under her breath. At least she thought it was under her breath.
With the wrinkled and faded orange plugs shoved deep into her ears, she couldn’t tell for sure.
She tapped her right foot with her internal beat, making sure she didn’t touch the brake pedal even though her truck was parked with the engine off. A randomly flashing set of brake lights was the best way to draw unwanted attention to herself even in a small town usually jammed full of pickups.
Her great uncle Wilson’s old Chevy, a flat-sided red and white Seventies model miraculously not eaten up with rust, already stood out more than she’d like.
Most folks in their little Virginia mountain town drove
