14Nothing happened the rest of the night. Scratch sat in his Dodge, watching the house Felix lived in. At around six am, a light in the living room came on. A yellow hue glowed behind a thin white curtain. A short skinny shadow appeared. The curtain moved and an enlarged eyeball briefly appeared.
Way out in the distance, Marty Robbins's Singin' the Blues echoed. A few seconds, the music grew louder as a red Plymouth Fury roared down the cul-de-sac and came to a screeching halt at Felix's house. The same red Fury that had been driving around when the Klan was chasing Felix. The curtain moved again. Thirty seconds later, the front door to the shack opened up and Felix ran out, slamming the door behind him. He jumped in the car and it sped away.
Scratch started the Dodge and sped off behind
