Julia A. Girard - Supernatural

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ The rain fell in a thin, slanting veil as Nathan Crowe stepped off the rusted Greyhound and into the crumbling town of Coldmere. It hadn't changed in twenty years, except maybe for the silence. The kind that pressed against your ears like a held breath. The kind that hinted something had gone wrong and no one wanted to talk about it. He lit a cigarette, his gloved hand trembling only slightly, and stared down Main Street. A stray dog slunk across the wet p