When Heath needed to think, he sometimes drove to the highest hill in Fair Haven and stared out over the town. Tonight, the sky was clear, and he could make out a number of constellations despite the lights below. It was freezing cold, and his breath fogged in front of him. He didn’t care. The cold kept him awake, and it forced him to keep feeling.
At least one hundred feet below was a twisting, winding road, although few people drove on it, especially if it was remotely icy. Heath had counted on this. No sounds of traffic or cars to disturb his thoughts.
He didn’t know where he would go or what he’d do now that he no longer had a job. He could go to Seattle, or one of the suburbs. Maybe Olympia. He could even move to Portland if he really wanted to get far away.
He smiled grimly. He kn
