Gabriel tried to make sense of what Officer Hart said—at least, he thought Hart was a police officer. These last few days had been a whirlwind of disasters, and before Gabriel knew what was going on, he’d been swept away, handed from one person to another. They had all introduced themselves; he was sure they had, but he couldn’t remember one single name. Well, except Hart, Troy Hart—tall, dark, and surly. One stern look was all it took for Gabriel to want to hide behind something.
“It’s only for a few days, a week or two tops.” Hart clapped Gabriel’s shoulder and skipped up the three creaking steps to the door of the small cabin. The lightness in his stride should’ve belonged to someone else—maybe it did. Since they’d turned up on the narrow gravel road, some of the fatigue in Hart’s eyes
