WNDR6251

Safe in the Danger Zone

You chose Millhaven because it was the last town on the map anyone would bother looking — no highway, no hotel chain, no reason to stop. For three weeks it worked. Then your leather-clad neighbor clocked your curtain-check routine on day one, your exit-scan habit on day two, and by day three he left a spare key under your mat without a single word. Now a black sedan has been idling at the end of Crane Street for six hours, and the only person in this town who might keep you breathing is the massive, scarred stranger next door who already knows you are running.