Caitlyn sat in her car out front, alone. Stan went up to the window and knocked. Caitlyn’s window buzzed down. Stan could tell her sister’s eyes were puffy, like she’d been crying, even behind the dark glasses. “You’re late,” Caitlyn said, her voice raw. Stan nodded. “Sorry. Listen, let’s take a ride. Want me to drive?” “Just get in,” Caitlyn said. Stan had barely gotten her door shut when Caitlyn hit the gas, zooming out of the parking lot. Taking the turn on two wheels, she almost careened into a white pickup truck entering the parking lot. “Jeez. Take it easy,” Stan said, grabbing for her seat belt. “Why are the police making it sound like Kyle killed this guy?” Caitlyn fumbled for a tissue and blew her nose with one hand, jerking the car from stops to starts as they drove into the heart of Newport. “They can’t find him, Caitlyn. Wherever he is, he isn’t coming forward. It looks bad.” Stan didn’t mention the probable murder weapon found in the Dumpster behind Kyle’s apartment.
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