Death Valley He manually rolled down the window so as to let some air in. It did very little; the humidity swamped his mouth, throat and lungs as if he had taken a substantial drink. How long was he going to have to wait before Tanner would make an appearance? He'd been parked outside the local Stop & Shop for just over twelve minutes and was beginning to feel uneasy; the atmosphere Tanner brought upon the house the night before made Sebastian's jaw clench and tighten until it caused him discomfort. He slumped forward and rested his chin on the steering wheel of the ten year old fiat he referred to as "the tractor". The scene before him was dull. The Nevadian heat bounced from the dusty earth and back up into oranging sky that held the faintest whisps of white almost too high to acknowledge. A hand slammed down on the back of the car causing Sebastian to knock his chin from the startle.