Chapter 16
Clara parked on the shoulder well away from the burning road flares, headlights trained on her parked car just in case someone came along. No one did, no townies coming home from an evening out, no strangers who happened to take the wrong exit.
No Sheriff Gentry.
Lazy bastard.
A quarter hour passed and nothing happened.
Then she heard someone approaching from town, and let out a breath of relief. She climbed out into the still night, debating on giving the good sheriff a piece of her mind, and nearly screamed. Not Steven, but Eugene, determined to get on every last nerve she possessed.
“You turn around and get back home, Eugene, before I take you to the woodshed!”
Grim shook his head. “Tell me what happened. If there’s nothing I can do to help I’ll go home. Otherwis
