What the hell am I doing? It’s nine at night on Christmas Eve, and I’m driving through empty streets to offer a helping hand to my son’s best friend—to assist with whatever emergency situation she’s gotten herself into. A girl who I haven’t seen in a year. Not since she was back in Crimson Ridge last holiday season, and certainly the last person on this planet who I expected would be calling me. Adding to all that, she’s in tears.
