Matt took his foot off the brake and the car inched forward, until he could see the gate on the other side of the house that led to the pool beyond. No one was hanging around, waiting for him to arrive. The gate stayed shut, and none of the curtains on the windows in the house fluttered or moved as if someone watched him from inside. Just go up already, he told himself. It wasn’t trespassing—Kyle knew he was here. Just go and get it over with. If the phone’s there, fine. If not, you’ll just have to report it lost when you get to work.
Goaded into action, Matt yanked up the parking brake and turned off the ignition. He sat and listened to the engine tick as it cooled, but it was the only sound on the street. In the whole world, even.
What was he afraid of? He was alone, with no one arou
