Joseph actually enjoyed driving for Uber. He had always been a people watcher—a habit he’d developed as a kid, and he always came up with the best characters for his books when he took the time to see humanity unfiltered.

Uber was as unfiltered as it got. He’d driven every type imaginable. Drunken college girls who begged him to turn on the radio so they could sing their hearts out. Shy types that barely said hello before fidgeting uncomfortably for the entirety of the drive. Famous people, people who were down on their luck, and every possible in between.

Tonight, since his ex-wife, Denise, had their daughter, Josie, he decided to put away the draft for his next book and work some extra hours for Uber. Christmas was just around the corner, and he wanted to make sure he could afford everything Josie wanted and more.

His first request made him frown though. He opened up his umbrella and stepped into the howling rain, making his way to his car. There was no address. Just a location dropped off of the side of Old Wescott Highway. Huh.