“I’m cold,” Steven complained.
He shivered in the back seat of Carlos’s car. As the night stretched out around them, the car’s temperature dropped, until Steven suspected it might be warmer standing outside. But the noises he’d heard earlier spooked him, and not seeing anyone make those noises bothered him all the more. He felt like a fish in a bowl, stared at by someone—or something—just beyond his own line of sight. When they had returned to the car, it’d been Steven’s suggestion to sit in the back. More room, he argued, and more comfortable. He hadn’t considered the wide rear window behind them. Now he couldn’t help looking back every few moments, sure something was out there, breathing down their necks.
Beside him, Carlos leaned back against the car door, legs stretched out along th
