That everything he had stumbled into by accident had just become the exact thing he’d been sent to find.

“He packed his bags while I slept,” I whispered.

“He was gone before I woke up.” “He ran,” Bruno said, “from the same thing I’m afraid of.”

Chapter 13 — The Black SUV

And as if the words had summoned it, a sound came up the gravel drive — the slow, heavy crunch of tires on stone.

I wiped my eyes and looked out through the porch railing.

A sleek black SUV with out-of-state plates had pulled in behind my old sedan.