CHAPTER ELEVEN
He was watching her when she picked her twelve-year-old daughter up from cheerleading practice. A month ago, it would have been swim practice. But summer was on its way out, so the pool was old news. Now football was on the horizon, as were cheer pyramids and pompoms. Kids these days…had to be involved in something. And the i***t parents were more than happy to keep them appeased.
He was parked on the far end of the football field. He watched her, squinting his eyes, able to make out the bob in her ponytail as she got out of the car and spoke to one of the other moms as their daughters chattered by the backs of the cars. After a while they parted ways and she started the car again,
When she pointed the car back out to the road, he did the same. He was on the other end of
