I took the photo without looking at it and slid the little square card into the inside pocket of my coat.

The rain had turned into a steady freezing drizzle by the time I was sitting back in my Buick LeSabre.

The heater core rattled under the dashboard while the temperature gauge stayed pinned on cold.

My cell phone vibrated three times against the vinyl passenger seat before I flipped it open.

“Mara,” Gene’s loud voice barked out of the speaker.

“Where the hell are you?”