16
Lying awake in bed, Aaron heard something that sounded like a car door slamming outside, then the roar of a big engine racing away. He got up and peeked out the front window.
Nothing moving out there. Could have been anybody.
He'd been jumpy lately. Well, why not? Bolton had killed again and might not be through. Who knew what he'd—
Aaron started as he noticed an arc of reflected light just beyond the corner of his front yard, behind the big junipers. It looked like the fender of a car. No one was supposed to be parked out there.
With his heart thumping he padded downstairs to his study where he grabbed his pair of mini-binoculars and focused ihem on the car. lie gasped as he recognized a Miata.
Bolton had a Miata.
Aaron stood paralyzed for a moment, then snatched up his phone and punched in 911.