Soul Strangers
At least it wasn’t raining.
Afternoon sunlight slanted through the tops of the trees, though the thick forest that surrounded the two-lane road still gave a sinister vibe. It wasn’t a bad day, going by the weather. Other events were putting it high on Naomi’s list of least favorite days.
Such as the flat tire that was the reason her sedan was parked on the shoulder, and why she was struggling to rearrange the body in her trunk to get at the spare tire.
