Inertia crept up Apollo’s body with a surprising grace. The garage door was opening at 2:12 p.m. on a weekday, and he had not just one but three members of the opposite s*x seated at his dining room table. The bike in the driveway could be lied away; the girls weren’t as easily dismissed. Apollo’s eyes remained in motion, considering closets, stairs, doors, pathways. The basement and his room were obvious hideouts. But were they too obvious? Was he being watched? Was he being robbed?
Focus. If they took the back door, they risked being seen scaling the backyard fence, which was visible from the kitchen window. If they took the front door, they might run into a parent at the mailbox. If they hid in the house, they might be trapped. Was that worse or better? Girls discovered in the basement
