Chapter Three
When we got to Kara’s house — I’d offered Michael a lift, since his ancient El Camino didn’t look as if the tires had enough tread to back out of the driveway, let alone go across town with another snowstorm threatening — I saw that both Jeff’s van and the Olivers’ silver pickup truck were sitting in Kara’s driveway. It looked as if she’d called in all the troops, although I thought it was a little early for a full-on council of war.
I only allowed myself a slight head shake as I parked the UFO Night Tours van on the street, since there wasn’t any more room in the driveway. Michael got out of the passenger side without a comment, although of course he had to have seen the other vehicles as well, then followed me up the front walk. It still felt sort of strange to go up to t
