while.â He sat back in the driverâs seat again and heaved a long sigh. âAnyway, as usual, Iâve told you way too much. You probably wonât sleep a wink tonight, because of me and my big mouth. Itâs probably for the best we pull the plug on our midnight bull sessions. Okay? In fact, you should head back inside nowâbefore your grandfather wakes up and realizes . . .â
Ian didnât finish. His eyes shifted to the rearview mirror.
A light swept across the car, illuminating the interior for a moment.
Collin turned and squinted out the rear window.
A car had turned into Skog-Strand Lane. Collin couldnât see the make or model, just the headlights piercing through the darkness. âIs that one of your guys?â he asked.
Ian shook his head. âThey would have let me know backup was coming.â
Collin watched the vehicle slow down. He still couldnât see what kind of car it was. There werenât any streetlights on the tree-lined private road.
Eyeing the rearview mirror, Ian slowly reached under the driverâs seat. âListen, do me a favor. Crawl back to the seat behind you, where my jacket is. Crouch down on the floor and cover yourself with the jacket.â
âAre you serious?â Collin whispered. His heart was racing.
âJust do what Iâm asking you!â he hissed.
Collin managed to squeeze through the space between the two front seats. Twisting himself around, he plopped onto the backseat. The carâs headlights illuminated the inside of Ianâs Civic for another fleeting moment.
The lights suddenly went out. But Collin could still hear its motor hummingâand the faint sound of gravel crunching under tires. Then it stopped. Peeking out the rear window, Collin could see the vehicle was a black SUV. âMaybe heâs lostâor he stopped to take a pee,â he murmured.
âGet on the floor and cover yourself up.â
Collin put the coat over the back of his head, but continued to peer out the rear window.
âThe tires are riding low,â Ian murmuredâapparently to himself. âThere are at least two or three people in that SUV.â
Collin didnât say anything. But he remembered the newspapers reporting that two or three people might have carried out the murders of his mother and Chance. He studied the SUV, sitting there motionless. It was too far away to read the license plate. âDo you think they see us?â he asked.
âWell, I donât want them seeing you. So for the third and final time, Collin, stay down until I tell you the coast is clear.â
Collin followed his instructions, crouching on the floor with the jacket over him. He hated the darknessâand the silence. He wanted to ask Ian what was happening, but decided it was best to shut up and just count to himself. He heard him shifting around in the driverâs seat.
âHello, Bainbridge Island Police,â Collin heard him say. âThis is Detective Haggerty with the SPD, guarding the Stampler house at 27 Skog-Strand Lane. I have a suspicious vehicle that has come up the street here and stopped, an SUV, black in color. Iâm too far away to see the plates. Please stand by, officer may need assistance. . . .â
Collin listened to the front door click open. The carâs interior light went on. He dared to peek out from under the jacket. Past the door opening, he could see Ian only from the neck down. He had one hand behind his back, ready to grab his gun. He murmured something into the phone.
In the distance, the SUVâs engine started up. Collin listened to the gravel under its tires again. He peeked over the edge of the backseat in time to see the SUV turning aroundâwith its headlights off. Only as it neared the end of Skog-Strand Lane did the vehicle switch on its lights. Ian was saying something into the phone about a false alarm, and then he thanked them for their help.
Collin shrugged off
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