Chapter 12As I rode past the house, planning on turning onto the narrow side road as usual to get to the driveway, I saw the front door standing partially open. Without a conscious thought I veered the bike onto the lawn, not caring if I was leaving gouges in the grass as I sped across it. Coming to an abrupt stop, I jumped off the bike and raced to the stoop.
My first thought was for Laird. Had he gotten out when whoever had paid me a visit left the door open? I started to go inside when Alan called out, “Stay there.” I spun around to see him racing toward me, his car parked askew, half on the road, half in the taller grass that bordered the front of my property.
I waited impatiently, saying when he got to me, “Laird.”
That was all I needed to tell him, apparently, because he replied,
