He was tall but slouching, rail thin, nineteen at most. She turned-turned until she was face-to-face with the man.

She turned slowly, casually, with one palm up, like she was just obliging Ed’s request to ensure the door was closed properly. Why? Well, because Lars.ĭarby’s first intro to the charming Lars is the loud breathing she can hear behind her. How about Ashley, a cute, chatty guy about her age who Darby’s instincts tell her might be a good ally. Is it middle aged and affable veterinarian Ed and his cousin, the scrappy Sandi? Darby doesn’t really think so. Darby has to go back into that rest stop and figure out who is keeping a child in a cage in their van without giving herself away.

If you’re not thoroughly creeped out by that yet, just wait. It all happened in three, maybe four seconds, leaving Darby in stunned silence. This little hand gripped a grate-like material behind the icy glass-white fingers gently unwrapping one by one, in that uncoordinated way of a child still mastering their own nervous system-and then abruptly, it drew back into the darkness. She halted midstep, a breath trapped in her lungs.

The left one’s towel had fallen away, leaving clear glass that caught a blade of reflected lamplight as Darby passed it, and in it, she glimpsed something pale inside the van. Darby’s on her way back from a trip outside in search of some cell phone service when she makes a horrifying discovery while passing a van parked in front of the rest stop.

Read More: Taylor Adams on Writing Violenceįortunately for us, but unfortunately for poor Darby, Taylor Adams doesn’t take much time before he drops her into the proverbial fire. The only thing Darby can do is bide her time and make the most of a crappy situation. Her mother is being prepped for surgery and although Darby’s sister is at her bedside, Darby has a lifetime of regrets to make up for, and the least she can do is be there for her mom when she needs her the most. And while it’s fortuituous she’s not stranded elsewhere, being in Colorado at all isn’t ideal. It’s lucky she finds the little rest stop, because her little Honda, nicknamed Blue, isn’t going to make it much longer. What would you do if you were snowed in at a rest stop and someone, out of the four other people snowed in with you, had a little girl in a cage in his van outside? That’s the dilemma that Darby finds herself in after she tries to make her way to her sick mother’s hospital bedside and finds herself stranded in a ferocious Colorado snowstorm. No Exit by Taylor Adams is about four strangers, a blizzard, a kidnapped child, and a determined young woman desperate to unmask and outwit a vicious psychopath.

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