The next morning John, Amy and Faust ate an early breakfast and left the house together right after- wards. As he exited his front door, John looked around the street, relieved to see the world bathed in early morning light that somehow removed much of the threat he’d felt the night before. Off to his left at the end of his street, he could see the harbor glittering cold and unyielding. Overhead gulls cried, and to his right the city of Salem was waking up, as delivery trucks rumbled through the intersection.
Glancing around at his immediate block, John saw only a row of parked cars, none of which were the one he had seen the night before with the two people sitting inside, and no one else on the street other than one of his neighbors walking a basset hound. Trying to silence the questio
