Rathers was hiding in the trunk of his car. He’d parked on the neighborhood’s quiet, tree-lined street in the early evening. Then, pretending to climb into the back to get something, he’d lowered the backseat and crawled into the trunk, before replacing the seat to its original position. This way, should anyone pass by or look in, like a police officer, they would see no one at all. With any luck, they would assume he was a guest at any one of these houses.
This was not the first time he’d used the trunk in this way. He was comfortable in the confined space, even if it was a little cramped for his height.
Through the crack created by the trunk’s lid, he watched the last of the afternoon light melt away. Then even the darkest blue became black.
Still he waited. Time passed.
He didn’t da
