She was able to stand, semi-crouched, without her head touching the stone ceiling. The floor was littered with beer cans, broken glass, and large flat stones. The chamber narrowed immediately, turning into a twisting keyhole-shaped passage. There was only one way to go, so she stooped to enter th...
It was only six o’clock, but almost like nighttime. He’d managed to make it across the rickety trestles of Fowler’s Creek Bridge before things got too bad and now he was back on the mainland. Safe. The rain fell steadily, slanting across his windshield and carrying along bits of wet leaves and pi...