Chapter 1Lex Gray rubbed his eyes and squinted at the road. The snow was thick. He’d almost forgotten what the winters were like this far north. The yellow glow from the street lamps, the muted sound of the car as it drove over packed snow, and the curtains of pine trees made the night, if possible, darker.
He shouldn’t have left the motel, but when the clock hit two A.M., he couldn’t take it anymore.
He’d sworn to never come back to Warwood. There was nothing here. Surely one of the smallest villages ever placed on a map—and in all fairness, most paper maps didn’t include it. On a digital one, you had to zoom in close. It had one of the smallest grocery stores he’d ever visited—more of a corner store to be honest. There was a one-pump gas station like you see in movies sometimes. A car
