Everything inside me expected the person in the front seat to be deceased. I waffled between the desperate need for confirmation it wasn"t Nana D to listening for any sign of life. Constance"s frightening premonition cracked holes in the perimeter of my skull like a determined woodpecker in search of its next meal.
She"s in a cold and dark place. The storm has reached its pinnacle. Nana D needs to be found.
She"s in a cold and dark place. The storm has reached its pinnacle. Nana D needs to be found.After marshaling the strength to maneuver further into the back seat, I propelled myself fully inside the Lincoln Town Car. I counted to three and reached for the victim"s arm. Checking for a pulse was most important, attempting to identify the poor soul came next. A thick scarf encircled his
