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Not for the first time since he got back from overseas, Ryan wished he was riding his motorcycle instead of this old pickup his father had given him. The thing ran like clockwork, but he’d prefer to feel the wind in his face, even razor-sharp cold winter wind. But where would that leave Lady who was trying very hard to sit statue-still in the seat next to him?
Both those things were very pointless considerations given what he was facing now.
The town of Harrington was bustling, even more than it usually was at this time of the morning, Ryan thought, as he sped down Main Street on his way to Nate’s house. And the congestion of people seemed to grow rather than lessen as he neared it.
A crowd had gathered around Nate’s house standing two deep around yellow and black crime scene tape e
