The Wicked Hour by Alice Blanchard: New Excerpt

Prologue LAST APRIL IN UPSTATE NEW YORK The man grabbed a towel, wiped his face, and caught sight of his re-flection in the bathroom mirror. He felt odd. Not himself. His smile was strong and dazzling, but his eyes were couched and wary. He had holding-back eyes. He went downstairs. The house was old. Theā€¦