Trey couldn't believe how long he'd slept. Although he'd closed both the blinds and the drapes in the one window, a tiny sliver of sunlight made its way into the room. He rolled over to check his watch and blinked. Eight thirty. Holy s**t! He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept so late but right now he didn't have the luxury. He'd forgotten to set the alarm on his watch, a symptom of his state of mind.
He forced himself out of bed, stretching his muscles to get out the last of the kinks from two long days of steady driving. His rumbling stomach reminded him it wanted to be fed, a meal long past due. But the hollow feeling inside him didn't come from hunger alone. A healthy dose of fear mixed with it, and a sense time was rushing by too fast. The place he'd stopped at the first nigh
