Plots & Plans

Not having planned on staying in Carrington Ridge more than a couple of days, Wyck found his wardrobe and supplies quickly dwindling. The hotel offered to send some things to the cleaners, but in the meantime, he figured he'd make a trip to the local Wal-Mart for some essentials.

Thirty minutes later, he was not at all sure the trip had been a good idea. In Richmond, he was normally out of a store in minutes not making eye contact with anyone but the cashier—and that was hit or miss. They were on their phones or talking to coworkers just as often. Here in Carrington Ridge, everyone met your eye, usually with a smile, and if they knew you, stopped to chat. Sometimes, even if they didn't. Today, every aisle was a minefield of people who recognized him and needed to 'catch up'. He was exhausted and hadn't even gotten half the things on his list yet.

Wyck started down the aisle again, rubbing his forehead where a headache was just starting to bloom. He had to admit that part of him enjo