Nothing threatening look-ing about him, but considering all that happened lately, I felt wary. Rather than jumping out to meet him as I might have a few days ago, I cautiously rolled the window down partway. “Are you looking for someone?” I called. “Andi McConnell, I think. I’d like to talk to her.” I was tempted to say, “She moved away,” and burn rubber getting out of there. But I didn’t, of course. I may be paranoid, but I seem to be stuck with a built-in politeness to strangers. So I said warily, “I’m Andi McConnell.” He took off his sunglasses as he walked up to the car. Without them I could see the fortyfiveish lines around his blue eyes. Studious looking. Crime investigator? Intellectual murderer? “I hope you don’t mind my coming here. I’m Ryan Norton, Jerry’s brother.” I peered at him in surprise as I rolled the window on down. “No, of course not. I . . . I’m so sorry about Jerry.” “Could I talk to you for a minute? Ask a few questions?”
What do You think about Your Chariot Awaits (2010)?
