Public transportation wasn’t an option here in the woods. God, I missed the city. Walker’s truck was my only option; without streetlights, the trees, insects, and dense solitude—that horrible, unshakable itch that you were not alone yet completely on your own—were worse than street bums, muggers, and traffic. I wasn’t repeating that experience, so until taxis were once again a viable option or until Walker was present to stop me, his truck was mine to borrow. Navigating the woods was easier this time since full dark hadn’t descended. Maybe I could finish my business with Bex and join Ronnie and Keagan in the fallout shelter without Walker being the wiser, but I doubted it. If my plan worked, I’d find the murderer and maybe Colin, too, so Walker would know I’d confronted Bex on my own. If my plan failed, however, Walker and Logan might be planning a search party for me next. I parked the truck in the woods where we’d parked Walker’s motorcycle last night for dinner with Bex and finished the trek to her coven on foot.
