"He's leaving," Kenny said excitedly when he saw his neighbor's garage door open. The dark sedan pulled out of the garage and rolled down the driveway. The boys lost sight of it when the car drove down Willow Lane and rounded the corner onto Elmhurst Drive.
Nothing stirred on Willow Lane except the two young men silently creeping across Kenny's soft lawn towards the bushes that separated his property from the neighbor's. They crawled through the brittle bushes trying to avoid getting scratched in the face.
"Remind me again why we couldn't just go up the front walkway," Sam said.
"We don't want anyone else to see us and call the police thinking we're prowlers."
"What would you call us? We're dressed in black, hiding in the dark, about to break into a house!"
Kenny declared, "We're
