He walked straight onto Kinsley’s front lawn and planted himself right at the edge of her driveway, placing his massive frame between the street and the front porch.
He crossed his thick, grease-stained arms over his neon high-vis vest and simply stared at the black car. He looked like an absolute stone wall standing guard.
Inside the house, I saw the front door shut, and the deadbolt click into place.
Down the street, the black sedan slowly rolled forward. As it approached Kinsley’s house, the passenger window rolled down just a crack.
Silas didn’t flinch. He didn’t move an inch. He just leveled a cold, hard, terrifying glare straight into the dark window of that car. It was the look of a man who had seen worse things and wasn’t afraid of whatever was sitting in the driver’s seat.
The sedan stopped for a split second. Then, the tires squealed harshly against the pavement, and the car sped off out of the neighborhood, disappearing around the corner.
