Epilogue
At least the rain had stopped.
The surrounding darkness would have bothered anyone else, but Ash welcomed it. A darkened road was ideal, with its canopy of trees barely revealing the moonlight through the clouds that had gathered a few days earlier. He heard footsteps in the gravel, and a light popped on inside his car as the passenger door opened and Tolly Shephard climbed in with a swoosh of the leather seat.
He pulled the door closed. “So who’s watching your kids?”
Not what Ash had been expecting Tolly to ask. He’d told the former police chief where to meet him at the end of Anderson, an unpaved private road that went nowhere and backed onto a hundred acres of parkland. The only cars that ever came out there were filled with teenagers looking for a place to hang out, party,
