Seventeen
Dewey was annoyed with himself and Forest for the Trees by the time he reached the rendezvous point. He could be snug in bed with Bryn, his wife, right now, not sitting at some God forsaken intersection waiting for a very suspicious wacko. It was dang ironic that he’d started this to get closer to Bryn, and now he was further from her than ever.
He pulled his truck to the side of the road and turned off the headlights. The night descended, dark and forbidding. There was little moon to be seen in the sky. Just a thin crescent casting enough light to put an eerie glow on the surface of the snow and make the shadows around the trees deeper.
It looked like he was alone in the universe right now, but Dewey knew better. He was out there and he wasn’t alone. Dewey could feel eyes wat
