Chapter 30“HEY, WHAT are you doing?”
“Fixing the car,” said the mechanic.
Steve Sullivan had walked up the Russells' driveway when he saw legs under the car. “What's wrong with it?”
“That's what I'm trying to find out. He called this morning.” He had noticed the police car when it stopped, but he hadn't finished, so he kept working, grease covering his hands. “Officer, would you hand me the rag by your foot?”
Steve kneeled down. A quiet pop was the last thing he heard. The mechanic finished his job, adjusted his baseball hat, and with tool box in hand, walked past the police car and drove away in a Camry.
IN THE MIDDLE of eighth period, Fritz's phone rattled the coins in his pocket. Jim Shaw's name flashed on the screen. He excused himself and stepped into the hall.
“Hi, Jim.” Before
