Heath Rhodes lives life on the highway, engine humming, thermos of warm coffee in the cup holder, and an odometer that still feels young at a half million miles. Trucking was supposed to be his escape: a way to outrun his fractured family, hidden feelings for his close friend, and memories he tries to put behind him with every passing milepost.
But as he accepts an urgent load before dawn, everything changes.
He soon finds himself on a desert road looking into a nonexistent rear-view mirror, staring at his own reflection, which he has spent years trying to hide from. With ghosts from his past riding shotgun, wounds he’s never healed, and memories that won’t stay buried, each mile feels less like an escape and more like a descent into something darker, as though the road itself is conspiring to drag him backward.
On a lonely stretch of asphalt, he drives his mysterious cargo deeper into the Nevada desert, as strange voices over the radio and abnormal lights in the sky begin to blur the line between past and present.
By the time he unloads his cargo, the warnings have piled up: strangers whispering from the shadows, unsettling graffiti scrawled across his truck, and a woman’s chilling words:
“Leave town before nightfall.”
Advice he should have heeded. Instead, Heath presses on into the gathering dark, unaware whether the terrors stalking him are products of his own haunted mind or something far older, riding with him in the empty desert night.
