His heart jackhammering against his ribs, Julian looked downriver. Just before the bend that rounded the peninsula of woods loomed the bridge that crossed Fall Creek and led into town. The bridge where he’d stood that day. The blizzard raging around him. The brick in his hands tied to the rusty antique key. The key that had unlocked the cage that held Ray Shultz and the Carter brothers. The maniacs who had unleashed a rain of carnage, death, and destruction upon Crossway Church.
