Chapter 12Hurrying into the warm gas corner store, Henley headed straight for the counter. The weather was getting worse out there. The road through the hills was like a roller coaster full of steep descents and sharp turns. In the last fifteen minutes, he’d been gripping the wheel so hard, his fingers were cramping up.
“Twenty on pump five,” he said, handing the older gentleman in the big parka coat a twenty dollar bill.
The man popped the cash registrar open. “You should get off these here roads, son. Before the storm hits.”
“I intend to, yeah.” Henley slipped his glove off and took out his phone to check the directions again. He should have been at Ferretti’s house already, but he couldn’t find the damn road. “And by any chance, could you tell me where Snow Goose Road is? The GPS on
