Chapter 7Everything 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.
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 or her head, which made it too difficult to find the carotid artery. As I slipped of
