The house was empty, and I guessed Cynthia had gone out to watch the exciting event with the rest of the onlookers. I was glad because I didn’t want to talk to her, or try to explain anything.After retrieving my bags from the back yard, I dressed in a pair of worn jeans and a winter sweater to combat the chill I couldn’t shake.I had to find Damon, but I didn’t know where to look. He’d apparently fled Corky’s house when the police arrived. He might have gone anywhere.I had to move, and keep moving, until…. Until I caught up with him, and we could run together.But it was impossible. I couldn’t run fast enough. I would never be able to keep up with him. I was like a kite he had picked up as he sped by. I was stuck to him but could do nothing but flap recklessly in the wind behind him.I thought maybe James Eddie knew where he was, had maybe arrested him before realizing Damon was innocent. I couldn’t think what else to do, and could easily imagine Damon sitting in the back of a police car with his hands cuffed behind his back.I jogged a few steps across the back lawn, and then had to slow to a fast walk.
