Page 35 of Trick or Stalk

“Anything else?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“You don't have to be a dick about it.”

“You told me it was wrong.”

“I thought it was.”

“Without looking at it.”

“Details.”

I take the box from him.

He watches me cross the room. “You were gone a while.”

“I had to find the store.”

“Uh-huh.” He shoves another chip in his mouth.

I raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Then stop looking at me.”

“Touchy.”

I don’t say anything.

Instead, I resume working.

By late afternoon, the back door has a new lock.

So does the front.

The toilet no longer keeps running.

I replaced the loose porch board.

Wilder managed to kill Frank. Apparently by stepping on him.

He claims it was an accident.

I don't believe him.

As daylight disappears, I stand in the kitchen drinking water and staring out the window.

There are trees as far as I can see.

Beyond them is her house.

I know that now.

I also know the trail that leads there.