What's in the Rear View Mirror?

Steve Summers was loved by everyone in Rymont, South Carolina. He would always be there for anyone who needed help, never asking for anything in return. One unusually dark and moonless night he headed home after helping a friend fix his dock. He squinted, struggling to see the road ahead.

He was concentrating on just two things, the worn-out white line in the center of overused Route # 5, and the gorgeous looking pie sitting next to him that kept sliding his way. That was his pay for fixing ...