Chapter 47

“I don’t think so,” George said. “The road goes through a cut just below the house, and they’d have to turn around in their seats and look back in order to see you—but if it makes you feel better, lie back on the porch when they get close.”

“Somebody needs to get their tag number,” Paul said.

“I’ll handle that,” George said. “In fact, I’ve still got the camera in my pocket—maybe I can get a good shot of the car, tag and all. Robbie, you stay here with Mr. Hall and your new friends. We’re going to walk down the driveway and get a bit closer to the road.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.”