Where the Cracks Begin

Previously

…He saw Hayes’s patrol car careening down Main Street, heading away from town, towards the winding road that led to the old asylum. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that Hayes wasn’t going to surrender. He was going to ensure his secrets, and the secrets of Blackwood, remained buried. And he would use whatever means necessary to do it. Corbin sprinted to his own car, the engine roaring to life as he followed the rapidly disappearing taillights, the image of Sheriff Brody Hayes’s fanatical eyes seared into his mind. The game had changed. The hunter had become the hunted, and Corbin knew, with a sickening dread, that this chase was far from over.