This was probably not one of life’s astonishing little coincidences, Luke thought. But he waited until McPherson went to the trouble of flashing a few lights before he pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. He kept his attention on the mirror, watching McPherson’s image come toward him. Objects may appear smaller than they really are, he reminded himself, just like it said at the bottom of the mirror. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t cause trouble. When McPherson reached the driver’s-side door, Luke lowered the window. “I assume I’m not being stopped for speeding,” he said. Sam planted one hand on the side of the SUV. “Saw you leave the garage. Thought this might be a good chance to talk to you alone.” “That would mean without Irene around, right?” Sam exhaled heavily. “You’re new here, Danner. I think it might be a good idea if I gave you a little background on Irene Stenson.” “Such as?” “She was always the quiet type. She wasn’t exactly shy, but she always seemed real serious, more interested in books than in boys.
