After that long ordeal, I head west to Las Vegas. Not only have I always wanted to visit there, but I heard on the radio that there was a strange report stemming from there, of a woman with red hair who mysteriously killed a five-year-old. 'She does like her little children." I murmur under my breath before pulling in the gas station to fill up.

I gaze into the rearview mirror before I climb out of the truck and sigh because I really need a shave and a shower. Matter of fact, now that ...