The engine was off and no light came from inside it, yet I knew who was out there; he’d been sitting there since I’d gotten home a couple of hours before. Buchannan. His name resounded in my head like a gong strike. He was positive I’d had something to do with David Smith’s death and was going to do anything he could to prove it, even if it meant sitting outside my house all night. Even if I had killed David, what made him think I’d sneak out and kill someone else? He was wasting his time. I let the curtain fall back into place and left the window. Staring at him wasn’t going to make him go away. I could only imagine him sitting there, a stupid grin on his face, while he watched me watch him. He had to be out there on his own volition, because I couldn’t see Chief Dalton sending him. Didn’t he have other duties, like saving cats from trees or making sure no one else got killed? I ground my teeth together, getting angry despite myself. I didn’t do anything. There was nothing he could do to me.
