It was totally unfamiliar to her- Even the street name hardly rang a bell. But, the GPS clipped to the handlebars said it was within town boundaries, meaning it was fair game. She rolled her eyes, flicked down the visor, and began driving her way down into the backroads of the woods...
(Then Jill died, and I was all, “A-ha! Here’s our twelve, and clearly Grayson will be the Judas.”) That’s a me problem, not a Butler problem, of course, but it’s a sign of how loudly I felt that bell was being rung—and then they find a place to settle and the book...