CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Alexa got out of the car after Stuart parked under the corrugated steel awning she had built to protect her vehicle from the sun. Ironically, her own car had been baking in the sun in the U.S. Marshals parking lot since the beginning of the case. Too much of that treatment and her paint would fade.
Stuart popped the trunk and she got out her overnight bag.
In the distance, in the direction of the trailer half a mile away owned by Stacy’s parents, she could hear laughter from a number of people and the sound of loud classic rock. Mr. and Mrs. Carpenter had decided having a bunch of their drunk friends over for a party was more important than Stacy getting a good night’s sleep on a school night.
“Could you wait out here for a minute?” she asked Stuart.
Her partner glanc
