The car comes to a screeching halt and immediately the man throws his cigarette to the ground and dives into his truck. The truck starts but Todd is out of his car and on the man in no time.

“What happened here, eh?” Todd growls in the man’s ear as he holds his shirt. Suddenly a gun is pressed against his chest.

“Get in the truck and I’ll explain everything,” the man says, so Todd complies.

As they drive along the interstate, leaving the pool of blood farther and farther behind, along with Todd’s car, Todd begins to get a funny feeling. “Hey,” he starts, but the man cuts him off.

“She found him last night, lying in the snow. He was freezing, man. Dying.”

Todd gasps as he realizes the man is talking about Tom. “How did you…” His voice trails off. “Who are you?”

The man doesn’t take his eyes off the road. “Name’s Sam, but Jill calls me Bones, cause I don’t have no fat on me.” Now he turns and looks Todd in the eye. “I got a lot of muscle, though.”