The black car bumped along for eight or nine hours before entering Havenbrook territory.

The car stopped at five a.m. The winter sky lit up early, and she covered the scarf around her neck as she hurried down the street.

She was afraid to go to a regular hotel, the kind of registered hotels that required identification, and the police could find out her whereabouts at any time.

She can't go anywhere that requires identification.

Serena took a long turn down the street, her head covered by a large hat that showed only her eyes.

Tired of walking, she crouched to the side and cradled her hat in her arms,...