Officer Isabel asked as she turned the corner onto Bennett Street, the driving wind and rain pummeling the police vehicle. “It’s off of Lansdale,” Sidney said, trying to see through the deluge of water. “Got it,” Isabel said over the hissing rain and the rhythmic back and forth of the wiper blades. A gnawing nervousness was growing in Sidney’s belly. She wanted to tell the officer to hurry up, but she knew they were going as fast as they could in the dangerous conditions. “Hey, slow down,” Rich suddenly spoke up, his face practically pushed into his window as he struggled to see in the storm-swept night. “Do you see that?” Officer Isabel brought the car to a halt and stared through her own window. “Where are we looking?” Sidney slid across the seat and tried to follow Rich’s gaze. “What are we looking for, Rich?” Cody asked as he leaned toward Isabel, attempting to look past her shoulder into the darkness. “I . . . ,” Rich began, still searching. “I thought I saw . . .”
