Blinding rage sweeps right down the back of my neck beneath my sweater. Rounding the first bend, I see the clumps of snow start to drift faster and harder in my rearview mirror as the ominous outline of Devil’s Peak disappears behind a cluster of pine trees. Good fucking riddance. Now, I’ve just got to get back into town and ransack every inch of Crimson Ridge until I chase down my good-for-nothing ex. I’m still smarting from the way that man just spoke to me. The scathing tone of his voice and immediate assumption about my circumstances has my hands shaking.
