Create compressive stress to alter a material’s shapeRoddy edged the patrol car next to the bottom step of the porch. He climbed from the vehicle and stared at the house while hauling his trousers up over his belly. The detective also emerged and looked around my driveway as though studying an enclosure at the zoo. I pushed my truck as close to the roll doors of the garage as I could manage without blocking Roddy’s exit. I had no intention of letting the police officers into my home.
“We’re off the road now.” I dug my fingers into the front pockets of my trousers and puffed out my chest. “What do you want?”
“Can we come in?” The detective gave a pointed glance at the steps and back at me.
“No.” I answered with honesty and Roddy’s eyes widened. He made a cutting motion across his throat
