Chapter 36
Allen
“You’re kidding,” Tucker says as he looks at the torn-up lawn. “Didn’t even slow down?”
“No hesitation at all,” I confirm. “Straight up onto the sidewalk. If I had not knocked her out of the way, he’d have hit and probably killed her.”
“Any idea how fast the van was moving?”
“No,” I answer, my jaw ticking as I replay the scene over again in my head. “But the tires squealing is what got my attention first, so he definitely accelerated at the beginning.”
Tucker makes notes on the little pad he pulls from his pocket as two uniformed officers measure fresh tire marks down the street.
“You’re getting her out of here, right?”
“Just as soon as you and I are done talking,” I assure him. “And you might want to talk to the next-door neighbor, and Mr. Crawford down the street
