As he neared the trailer, he saw the boyfriend’s car parked at an odd angle. He listened but didn’t hear any yelling. When he caught his breath, he called Sue on the walkie-talkie. “Sue, I’m outside Lot 31. Stay near the phone, will ya? You might have to call 911.” “I know,” Sue said. “I saw that blue car whiz by my window. Don’t you keep a pistol in your room? Maybe you better go get it, just in case.” “I don’t want to leave here to get it, in case something happens while I’m gone.” “Your call, Aaron. Just say the word if you need me to call the cops. But let’s don’t do anything unless you think he might get violent. Don’t want to stir a big mess if they’re just talking. They get loud, you can step in for the park’s sake. Tell them we can’t have them yelling like that around here.” “All right, Sue,” he whispered back. He walked a little closer till he was between Ryan’s car and the front door.
