The Overnighter's Secrets

Before Beth could even scream, the punk crashed through the back door and covered her mouth with thin, smoky hands. She struggled to get off the couch but couldn't squeeze loose from his grip. She tried kicking with her knees and bare feet, but the intruder stayed clear. Eyes stretching impossibly wide, Beth's most cogent thought was that Shane should be there…

Someone is after the overnighter, an old suitcase that used to belong to a silent film star. All it contains is junk — yellowed news...