The sky above New York had turned a slate grey, the type that warned of something fierce on its way. The wind howled down the narrow, wooded highway that cut through the edge of upstate lined with looming pines and shriveled bushes. Chloe sat at the passenger's seat of the sleek black gently, staring at the dashboard clock with rising irritation.

“Slow down, this storm is mad!” Chloe snapped.

“You said this would take two hours, we've been on the road for three,” she snapped.

Leonardo ...