Ty Collins gripped the steering wheel of his classic El Camino as a sign welcoming him to Singer Valley flashed past.
Brad Huntington is going to pay. His knuckles turned white.
Trees in their full autumn glory lined either side of the winding two-lane highway, blocking Ty’s sight past the next turn of the road. His tires skidded for purchase as he took a particularly tight turn too fast. Ty longed to take his frustrations out on the accelerator, to channel his hatred into pure speed.
Brad Huntington's last known address was less than fifteen minutes away, but Ty feared the man would disappear if he couldn't find him now.
Unlike some of the other scumbags Ty had tracked over the years, Brad vanishing into thin air was a real possibility.
Damned magic users. Ty ran his fingers through
