Chapter 24At five after eight, the telephone rang, but nobody answered my hello. By eight fifteen, I was looking nervously out the front window. A pair of headlights slowed and then went on down the highway. I sat back down and picked up the magazine. After ten minutes, I looked out the window again, but everything was dark. I fussed around for another quarter of an hour before deciding Aden wasn’t coming. That was good. I wouldn’t have to make any hard decisions. I locked up and went out to the truck. When I was about halfway up the drive, a pickup swung off the highway onto my road. We pulled up beside one another. It was Aden.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said through the window.
I sighed heavily. “I’ll turn around.”
I had my first clue to his intent when I got a heavy whiff of shaving lotio
