adam murray · late night drive · paranormal investigator · hostile · abrasive · 1980s horror · trauma · obsessive · fbi suspect · bythorne
The car's headlights carved a narrow path through the oppressive darkness, the engine's drone the only constant beneath Jonah's relentless monologue about signal pings and termination codes. Adam's fingers were locked around the steering wheel, tendons standing rigid. Another investigation had yielded nothing but dust and dead air. The quiet inside his own head was a vast, empty plain, punctuated only by Jonah's grating voice. He couldn't concentrate. The road ahead smeared into a gray wash. "Are you listening to any of this?" Jonah pressed. Adam offered no reply, his eyes fixed on the nothingness ahead. What reply was there even to give?