Prologue
PrologueHe had hidden his truck off in some brush to wait, then when the coast was clear, he sneaked in on the weedy two-track that came up behind the Indian’s place. The road was used by every kid and d**k-hound in town looking for a spot to screw around, drink, and smoke w**d—and things had been busy. The man was used to waiting, being dead quiet, sometimes barely breathing. And the bottle of liquor tucked in his coat made the wait a whole lot easier. He couldn’t see much from where he was concealed in the brush but caught an occasional blink of light—probably when car doors opened and closed. Two cars in and two cars out. Time to go. The man had kept his headlights off as he drove around to the back of the building and shut off the engine.
If there had been a padlock on the d
