Chapter Nine
SASHA
Sasha drove quickly to Charlie Kinnear’s house, hoping that her hunch would prove fruitful. She pulled into the driveway of a house a block away, and reclined her backrest so that she could see past the passenger-side seat. Out of the glove box she pulled a pair of binoculars. It was standard issue for every unmarked police car.
Peering up at old man Charlie’s house, she could see the bright yellow tape flapping loosely in the light breeze that there was. But the breeze wasn’t enough to keep her from growing hot. Seated inside the car in an unsheltered driveway, it was sweltering. But she’d have to brave it, ignore it, if she wanted to catch Dylan Macready.
Nearly half an hour passed and there was still no sign of Dylan. She tried to calculate how long it would take
