Penny found Ronan crouched in the grass at the edge of the downward slope to her house, watching intently.
“Hey,” she said, keeping her voice low. Susan probably already thought she was weird enough without hearing her talk to invisible animals. “What’s so interesting down there?”
Ronan did not turn, did not move so much as an inch.
“Ronan?”
“Quiet,” he said. His voice was only slightly louder than a whisper, but the anger in it was evident. “Get down here … hide yourself in the grass. Don’t let them see you.”
Penny lowered herself and crept to his side.
She could see the house below them, a strange truck parked in front. New and shiny black. No one she knew in town owned a truck like that.
“Who’s …” and before she could even finish asking the question, she saw the truck’s ow
