All Logan wanted was a little drive in the fresh mountain air. What he got was the stench of death on a little patch of road outside the town of Pottsville. Someone or something is laying down roadtraps for passing motorists. Is it the work of a serial killer? Or is the entire town in on the crime? The only way for Logan to know for sure is to offer himself as bait. It’s a terrible waste of a beautiful muscle car, but hey, someone’s got to do it.