Driving down the highway, Haley was enjoying the view of the countryside from the driver's seat. Max's face was pressed up against the passenger window, asleep. Her sister decided the quiet was a nice change to Max's constant cynical bite.

  Honestly, Haley couldn't understand how Max could love this old, beaten up truck so much. The cracked leather seats smelled like gunpowder and salt, the exterior paint was chipped and caked with mud, only one of the windshield wipers worked, the windows had scratches and cracks covering them, and it was out of date. The windows were manually operated (meaning they had a cranks to roll them up and down), the A/C only blew hot air, and the stick shift stuck.

  What Haley didn't know was that this is what home had always been to Max. The Becketts were half-sisters, related through their mother. Before Max had come to live with Haley and her mother and step-dad, Max lived with her dad. They practically lived in that old pick-up, and when he died... the car became the only thing that Max had to remember him by.

  At this point, Haley accidentally drove over a pot hole, shaking the truck's heavy frame. Max's head hit the window so loud, her sister was afraid the window had cracked or that she even got a concussion. Neither of the two happened, but Max was woken up with an instant headache. She groaned and stretched, rubbing the side of her head with her hand as she sat up in her seat.

  "Ouch," she groaned loudly, squinting through the sunlight. "Ugh, what time is it?"

  "Almost noon."

  Max groaned again and reached for the bag at her feet. She pulled out her black eyeshadow, eyeliner, and deep red lipstick, pulling the sun visor down to use the mirror. "Where are we?"

  "Just outside Hudsonville," Haley replied.

  "Great. When we get there we need to grab some grub. I'm starving," the younger said. Applying her heavy eyeshadow, she continued, "So, tell me what you found out about the case."

  "Well, there's not much. There's been three attacks. First, an old couple staying at their cabin in the east part of the forest near town. Door was broken down, claw marks everywhere, and their bodies were just ripped apart," she explained, shaking her head in disgust. "The only thing missing was their hearts. Second was a guy who was camping, not too far from the cabin where the first victims were killed. Same ordeal, basically. And lastly, this group of kids thought it would be a good idea to spend the night where the guy died, as a joke or something. Five went in, and one came out."

  "Well then," Max said, finishing up her lipstick, "let's go talk to this kid." Haley nodded. "After we get food though," she added, making Haley roll her eyes.

  Haley reached forward and turned on the radio. 'Blank Space,' by Talyor Swift came on, and she started singing along happily. Max made a face of discontent. Less than a minute into the song, Max changed the channel and '(Don't Fear) The Reaper,' by Blue Öyster Cult blared through the speakers as she turned up the music. Haley reached forward and changed it back to 'Blank Space.'

  "Are you kidding me?!" Max whined. "Ugh! How do you listen to that crap?"

  "Maybe I don't want to listen to rock music twenty-four-seven," she retorted.

  "C'mon! 'The Reaper' is a great song!"

  "And that is your opinon."