“Do you think that’s wise?”
“It’s been over ten minutes. I'll get the ticket, and we'll be on our way.”
He rubbed the back of his neck as he approached the cop car.
“Is there a problem, offi—?” he started to ask but choked on the final word.
There was no point in finishing.
Bewildered, he glanced along the open stretch of road. Had he missed something here?
From above, the power lines hummed.
He felt watched.
It made no sense, because there was nothing but rolling hills with a tree here and there dotting the landscape, nowhere for a person to hide out.
Still, the hairs on his neck raised.
Then there was the mystery of the police car. The flashing lights still continued. The engine was off, and when Marty placed his hand on the hood, he could feel the sun’s warmth but that was all
