chapter one The police car turned down the lane and crept along the dirt road toward us. I nudged Keegan. “Yeah, I see it,” he said. Keegan turned away to stare out at the lake. I watched the car out of the corner of my eye. I didn’t want the cops to know that I’d even seen them. The car came to a stop on the other side of the fence, across the stretch of beach from where we sat on the picnic bench. “Could you see who’s in the car?” he asked. “Couldn’t tell.” We knew every cop in town. Just like every cop knew us. “What do you think they’re doing?” I asked. “Probably just looking for a place to have a donut and catch up on their sleep.” “I hope that’s all that they want,” I said. “Alex, you sound guilty.” “I’m not guilty. Besides, we really aren’t doing anything wrong.” “The day is young,” Keegan said. He turned slightly and gave me that smirky smile of his—the one he often flashed before we started to do something we shouldn’t. There was a honking of a car horn, and I almost spun around to look, but didn’t.
