"Are you sure you wanna do this? You don't have to do this."
Dylan looked out the passenger window of the police car driven by his lover of ten years, the town's Chief of Police, and in that precise moment—as he stared into the passing night, seeing nothing but the mist-choked darkness—he changed his mind.
No, he wasn't sure at all.
For fuck's sake, he was terrified.
He was sick with fear.
Sick with fear and the memories that had haunted him for a decade.
Which was exactly why he was here.