Chapter 26

As if her voice will carry that far, Angie whispers, “Who’s car is that?”

Bill shrugs. From here, shadows drape the car’s interior, obscuring anyone inside from view. “Probably someone on the cleaning crew,” he lies.

Angie’s navy Honda Civic is nearby—she managed to get a good spot when she arrived for work earlier. Bill walks with her to the door and waits until she’s inside, the motor running, before he gives her a jaunty wave and starts across the lot to his own car. Angie revs her engine, probably to get his attention, but Bill ignores her. After a moment, he hears her radio turn up and her tires squeal as she pulls away.