Tig’s car was already parked on the road outside of the Reed residence as Mike drove onto Wilcot Road, the back caught in the shadow of some large and well-maintained privet hedges, the front of the car bathed in the strong afternoon sun and caught in a contiguity of light and shade.
Tara was out of the car, her bum planted on the lower part of the bonnet and her arms to her sides. Her slender fingers with their perfectly manicured nails, orange this week, tapped a rhythm on the headlight glass. Her legs were stretched out, straight and locked at the knee with her attractive, and mildly summer tanned face turned toward the sun which still sat reasonably high in the sky. It would still be a few hours before it began to slip toward the horizon offering a little respite from the heat. Large
