Dillon parked behind a large trash dumpster where he had a good view of the front of Josh's humble abode. By the looks of the outside, the normal person would assume the small shack had been abandoned. There were tall weeds in the front yard, and a gravel driveway. It seemed extremely small, one little window on each side of the front porch.
He checked the street address twice to make sure he was at the right place. This was where he'd followed Josh before and the billing address for his cell phone, so he would wait. He pushed his seat back, giving his legs room to stretch out, leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Since he was a light sleeper, he heard every vehicle go by, every door open or close, people talking in their yard or walking by, and even those who had their windows open
