Chapter Two: Dusty  Nora's face was almost instantly soaked.
Rain made it difficult to see anything, dripping from her brows
and into her eyes, but she pulled up her sweatshirt hood and
looked all around and under the van.  "Hello? Is anyone hurt?"
she yelled. "I have a phone, I can call 911. I just... is anyone
there?"  For a moment, all she heard was rain and the dull rev
of the van; it was still running, with its headlights casting
crooked beams into the cornfield beside her. Lightning flashed
and thunder sounded in the distance, and Nora heard a high-
pitched noise in the cornfield. It wasn't a human scream but a
canine whimper.  Nora scrambled back up the muddy embankment.
She found a flashlight, a slip lead, and a towel in the back of
the van. Bundling all but the flashlight under her sweatshirt,
Nora slammed the van door and examined the mud around her.  She
found three sets of footprints: her own, some smudged ones she
couldn't identify, and large dog pawprints. They ran toward the
road and then wove a