My heart starts pounding halfway there.
What am I doing?
This is insane.
“No wait,” I say suddenly. “Right here.”
He glances at me in the mirror. “This is a block away.”
“Perfect.”
The driver slams the brakes. He eyes me in the rearview mirror as I climb out.
I take a breath, watching him speed away.
Okay.I can do this.
It’s still light out.
Excellent planning, Drew.
I walk down the street like a casual guy out for a stroll. Although I probably look more like a drunk guy weaving across the sidewalk. But whatever.
I’m sweating profusely by the time I reach her house.
Hiding behind a tree, I peek around it.
It’s quiet.
Good.
I tug my polo collar up like every terrible spy movie I've ever seen.
Smooth.
I step off the sidewalk into the yard and immediately step on something.
WHACK.
The handle smacks me in the head.
“What the—why is there a rake?—”
I grab it, tossing it aside like it personally offended me.
I gasp, rubbing the spot on my forehead. “Are you kidding me?”
I look around, checking to make sure no one—especially Violet—hasn’t come outside to investigate.
Nothing.
The coast is clear.
“Okay. This is fine. Minor setback.”
I move forward, sticking to the shadows of the trees.
A branch catches on my shirt.
