Chapter 25 His eyes stretched to determine if he was really seeing what he thought he was. It can’t be. How could I have missed this?
The chirping of morning birds and the clamor of sporadic road construction down the street poured in through the driver’s side window that had been left open a crack overnight. The temperature was comfortable, possibly in the high sixties already.
Sean’s large shoulders dangled over the edge of the vinyl bench seat with the top corner of his head resting along the floorboard. His eyes were transfixed on the narrow opening below the passenger seat and they pulsated as they adjusted to the morning light. He sluggishly turned his body at a sharper angle to shove an arm up underneath. His lips curled in satisfaction when he felt an aluminum cylinder in his han
