About the book: year / THURSDAY, NIGHT, BLACK DARKNESS, blizzard. Heavy clouds, the moon is not visible behind them. The Buick disappeared into the garage and the door dropped. The big guy, rolling down the highway in a beat-up Cherokee, turned off the headlights, pulled into the driveway and grabbed the shotgun from the seat. The snow crunched underfoot as he walked out; the snow fell in pellets rather than flakes, and they stung as they hit his warm face. He ran down the driveway, completely naked for a moment, and stopped right at the corner of the garage, in the shadows under the security light. Jane Warr opened the side door and walked in, turning her back to him and closing the door behind her..