Chapter 16Tuesday, September 20th
Jeremy listened for the sound of the front door closing and then for the sound of Jack's truck pulling away.
He called work. A knot in his stomach twisted.
“Danny's.”
It wasn't Barry. “Marsha?”
“Yeah?”
“It's Jeremy.” He stared out the back window.
“Yeah, hon?”
Someone hid behind the trees. He pressed his nose against the glass. It had been a person.
“Jeremy?”
“I'm sorry, yes. I can't come in today. I feel sick.” He moved his head this way and that, but couldn't get a better look. They were behind a tree at the edge of the property. He was sure of it.
“Barry's not here yet.”
He didn't want to talk to the boss. “Could you tell him for me? I'm going right back to bed.”
Jeremy imagined her shaking her head.
His face was swollen, lip split. Jack h
