I read again until about eight-thirty when Mike stopped by. We walked the dogs to the lake. Mike did most of the talking as we walked. I grunted a few replies back to him until he asked, “What happened to Steven’s car?”
“How’d you know about that?”
“I shouldn’t have said that, should I?”
“That’s okay. How’d you find out?”
“I went in the garage,” he said. “I like to sit in Steven’s car. I’m not supposed to. Floyd said not to. I went there and his car was wrecked. How’d it get wrecked?”
“Listen to me. You haven’t told anyone, have you?”
“No. I didn’t want to get in trouble. Floyd and Emily don’t want me in the garage, and I knew they’d be mad.”
“They might even blame you. So, it’ll be our secret.”
“Sure,” he said.
Across the lake, there is a small mountain of land that caught the l
