A third man was on a riding mower on the far side of the wide lawn. All three wore matching yellow T-shirts that had Larry’s Lawn Service printed on the front in bold red ink. Gundy had followed the landscaping truck from Bicksby to the upscale development at the nearby lake, and waited at a good vantage point down the street while Luke and the other men worked on the grounds of a huge house, with grass like a carpet and more flower beds than Gundy could count. Finally, Luke dropped his rake, fetched a water bottle from the truck, and retreated to the shade of a Bradford pear tree. Gundy got out of his car and approached the boy from behind so that he wouldn’t see him coming. Gundy eyed the other men to make sure they didn’t notice him, and when he neared Luke he said, “I need to talk to you, boy.” Luke turned with a start and his eyes flared. “I...I got nothin’ to say to you.” “I think you do.” Gundy took two more steps and kept his voice low and steady. “I need to know where Sammi went.”
