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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

T here was nothing on this road. Nothing but tracks, which were already being covered by the quickly falling snow. Garrett had been slowly following those tracks on the narrow road in the thick forest, keeping his window open, hoping to hear something, maybe see something.

Aside from the low hum of his engine, the world was silent.

Until he heard a scream.

He pressed the gas harder and went higher up the hill, past houses, until the road ended in a cul-de-sac.

The tracks led to a house.

He parked, jogged up the driveway. Somebody had driven into the garage, but footprints led around the back.

He crept that way, staying as quiet as he could.

In the distance, he heard a low thwack. But he couldn’t see anybody. Where was she?