The crash site was close to Lena, my mother's house. Just a few minutes away.
It was already past ten at night. In the snow-covered north, the streets were almost empty. No footsteps. No chatter. Just silence pressing in from all sides.
Streetlamps lined the road, their pale light cutting through the dark. It reflected off the ice and snow, making everything look cold and wrong. My instincts didn't like it. The air felt tense, like the land itself was holding its breath.
When we arrived, the area was already sealed off. Red-and-blue lights flashed against the snow. I scanned the crowd without thinking, senses stretching outward and then I saw him.
Captain Tucker.
He stood near the tape, speaking with an officer. The lead detective on my case. My jaw tightened. Fate had a twisted sense of timing.
