Chapter 13

With a vengeance.

7

Accompanied only by chirping crickets, Keir huddled on the park bench across from the Christian OutlookChurch. After sunset, the temperature had dropped to an unseasonable chill that seeped inside his thin suit jacket. He should have given up and gone home hours ago. What was he doing camped outside an empty church anyway? That niggling little voice in his head promptly insisted there was always a chance Ethanwas in there—or would be soon. Not that he had any real idea of what to do if the boy did turn up. But even the slimmest possibility of salvaging some good from this horrible day kept him glued to the hard stone bench.

He shifted his weight, trying to find a comfortable position. All he’d accomplished during these wasted, unpleasant hours was to review his actions over and over and wonder how he’d come to make such a foolish decision that morning.