The agent stood in front of the grimy window, in the small room serving as both living space and bedroom. She supposed she should clean it, but what would be the point? The depressing little room she'd existed in, for the last few weeks, was built in the darkest shadows of the town. Soon she'd be gone from this hovel he'd forced her into.
No Name Town? The agent sneered. What a quant no-name for this dirty stain on the Montana countryside. She'd known the day her father took the job as sheriff to this place, it would change her life, and not for the better. She'd been devastated when they left New York and she had to say goodbye to her friends to come and stay in a small town with less than twenty-thousand inhabitants. She still remembered that feeling of doom, the closer they got to this
