Your Monday Moment of Noir

"But now everything was quiet. As far as the eye could reach there was nothing moving, nothing to be seen that had life or power of death. Just the two roads, one dirt and one black top, the desert, the mountains and behind him the frame shacks of the country store. There was an old shed near the sedan, and Danny looked behind it. A car would have parked there without being seen, but there were too many tracks to tell the story."

Detour
by Helen Nielsen
(Black Lizard, 1988; originally published 1953)