The rain came down in fine, silver threads as the truck pulled off the main road and wound its way into the hills. The skyline of the city vanished behind them — all cranes, lights, and smoke swallowed by fog.

Hale drove in silence, the rhythmic sweep of the wipers the only sound besides the occasional pop from the radio’s dead channel. Evelyn sat hunched in the passenger seat, the case between her boots, her eyes distant but sharp — calculating, always moving.

They’d been driving for ...