In the passenger seat of his Cadillac, Keyon stared out the window as Zane pulled into the turning lane and slowed down. Up ahead, a sign glowed.

Windy Ridge Event Center.

Keyon shook his head and glanced from the invitation’s address to the map on the phone.

“Seriously?” Keyon flipped his eyes to Zane.

“Yeah.” Zane drove past the little gas station and into the parking lot in front of the motel. “One of Huck’s cousins owns Windy Ridge, and when ...