THE HOLLOW PLACE

by Rick Mofina

Copyright © 2022 Rick Mofina

ISBN 978-1-77242-148-4

Carrick Publishing

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Contents

Also by Rick Mofina

Book 2: The Hollow Place, Begin Reading

Author’s Note

About the Author

Book 3: Requiem, Chapter 1

Also by Rick Mofina

Ray Wyatt Trilogy

#1 INTO THE FIRE

#2 THE HOLLOW PLACE

#3 REQUIEM

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EVERYTHING SHE FEARED

HER LAST GOODBYE

SEARCH FOR HER

THEIR LAST SECRET

THE LYING HOUSE

MISSING DAUGHTER

LAST SEEN

FREE FALL

EVERY SECOND

FULL TILT

WHIRLWIND

INTO THE DARK

THEY DISAPPEARED

THE BURNING EDGE

IN DESPERATION

THE PANIC ZONE

VENGEANCE ROAD

SIX SECONDS

A PERFECT GRAVE

EVERY FEAR

THE DYING HOUR

BE MINE

NO WAY BACK

BLOOD OF OTHERS

COLD FEAR

IF ANGELS FALL

BEFORE SUNRISE

THE ONLY HUMAN

Book 2: The Hollow Place, Begin Reading

This book is for

Barbara

Thou art my hope in the day of evil

~ Jeremiah 17:17

CHAPTER 1

Near the Cold Hollow Mountains, Vermont

The forest rose on both sides of the narrow gravel road like it was swallowing them, Sam Moore thought.

“We’re lost,” she said.

“We’re not lost.” Kevin gripped the wheel of the pickup.

“We need to go back to the interstate.”

“We’re not going back, Samantha.”

She shot him a look. Sam didn’t like being called by her actual name. Kevin did it when he was angry, or to annoy her. Disheartened, she shook her head as stones popped against the truck’s undercarriage. Spruce and fir towered over them, dimming the sunlight.

Then, as if to underscore that they were traveling deeper into a remote section of the state, their GPS stopped working. Sam glanced at her phone and showed it to Kevin.

“Look, we can’t even get service out here. Go back.”

Kevin held up a small folded page with notations in his neat script.

“I’ve got Leo’s directions, and I sketched a map. This will take us to the Canadian border.”

“Why’re we going this way? I thought you were just taking a short detour, and that we’d get back on the interstate.”

“I told you. This way’s better.”

“Better? There are about a dozen other better ways to go. I don’t like this one. There are no signs of civilization, not since that creepy-looking gas station we passed a few miles back. We should’ve stopped for gas.”

“We’re good.”