My attorney advised against responding online. I headed back inside and finished the appointment, grateful for something I knew how to do.
My coworker Kiara repeatedly brought coffee. Whenever another phone surfaced, she positioned herself between it and my mirror.
At closing, both rear tires were flat. Their sidewalls bore clean slashes. Kiara remained for my police report; cameras missed that parking area.
Early Sunday, our doorbell camera sent an alert. A black pickup drove past unlit, carrying a toolbox in its bed.
Grant stepped onto the porch holding Nora’s small aluminum tee-ball bat. I phoned Shelton. A patrol car passed shortly afterward and returned later.
I lay awake until daylight, listening for the following engine.
Chapter 4/5
Sunday afternoon, I drove unannounced to Sheila’s. I hoped her to look at me and explain how protecting her son had become more important than protecting Nora.
I rapped on the door. A curtain shifted; I glimpsed her before it dropped.
