Chapter 36: The StrangerAn obnoxious racket sounded outside. The loud noise rushed through the trees, scaring away all the birds in the West Garden. The clattering sounded mechanical and grating, like something with teeth from hell, overbearing and tumultuous, a jarring of churning wheels. An engine cranked and wheels squealed over asphalt, speeding.
I placed my read down (The Lure by Felice Picano) on the Adirondack chair next to me and stood. I rushed into the house and found Tacoma in the front sitting-room, looking out the windows.
“What’s going on?” I stood beside him, almost brushed my hand against his back for comfort or protection, something.
He didn’t answer my question.
We looked out the window together, peering at the front yard.
As if on cue, a silver and green Harley Davi
