Martin knows every desolate mile of Eastern Montana's highways. As a traveling salesman, his only companion is talk radio, especially "Beyond Insomnia with Lee Danvers." Its reports of the paranormal keep Martin entertained-and hopeful that there's more to the universe than selling screws and nails to far-flung, small-town hardware stores. A bright spot in Martin's routine is the complimentary breakfast at a motel in Brixton, a junction town well past its sell-by date. But it's not the watery coffee, day-old pastries, and pre-mixed waffle batter he loves. It's Cheryl, the housekeeper who sets out the breakfast. The townsfolk guard Cheryl jealously from the likes of Martin-who, to be fair, has more noble intentions than most. But Cheryl has room for only one man in her life, the ailing stepfather who raised her. As much as Martin dreams of rescuing Cheryl from her minuscule town life in the middle of nowhere, she steadfastly refuses to be in need of rescuing. Martin's chance comes when Cheryl's car breaks down and he stops to give her a ride. To thank him, she bakes him a rhubarb pie, and he works up the courage to ask her out on a date. She agrees-but then she's gone. Left town for a guy she met on the Internet, or so everyone says. But Cheryl's stepfather doesn't buy it. He blames Martin for her disappearance, sending Martin on a search for the truth. What he uncovers about Cheryl's family and Brixton's history is far weirder than anything he's ever heard on the radio. Especially if it's true that Cheryl's salvation lies in discovering a long-lost secret recipe for rhubarb pie-which might just be the best, and the most dangerous, pie in the galaxy.