“Try to stall them,” he shouted back to her.
“What the hell's the matter with you?” Sue called out, trying to conceal a smile. “It's just your buddy.”
She heard a muffled, “f**k you!”
The officer closed the door of his cruiser and started up her drive. He was just at the porch when Sue heard Dwight racing back toward the kitchen. He had his old knapsack across a shoulder and was still in stocking feet. He took one hurried glance in her direction before he slammed the backdoor and hightailed it out across the rear garden, jumping snow drifts in woolen work socks.
There was a light rap on the front door and Sue pulled the knob. “Hello. I'm Officer Daley. You called about a free Home Inspection?”
It was about two in the morning when Sue was jarred awake by the slam of a truck door. The
