“I…want to believe that,” Alan admitted. Logan could tell he’d been hoping that was the case.
Logan touched the photo still in Alan’s hand. “Believe it.”
Ten minutes later, Logan, Harp, and Barney climbed back into the El Camino. Logan started the engine, but didn’t put the car in gear.
“Well?” Harp said.
Logan eyed the house, saying nothing.
“Are you going to help him?” his dad asked.
Logan remained motionless for several more seconds, then he put the car in reverse.
“Yeah. I’m going to help him.”
CHAPTER SIX
The sky had grown dark as the thunderstorm moved in. Nearly every afternoon they’d come, big billowy towers of clouds around lunchtime that turned into a dark menacing mantle covering the sky a few hours later. Sometimes the rain would last only a few minutes, sometimes for an hour or more, but always, there was the lightning.
And the thunder.
Sara knew she should have been used to it by now, but she wasn’t. Every time the thunder clapped she’d jump, then pull the blanket tight around her as she huddled on the couch, as far from the windows as she could get. That was the only place she felt even remotely safe.
She’d tried the bathroom once. It had only the one frosted window, and not being able to see turned out to be worse. So she stayed in the main room, and cowered as the bright flashes and thunderous roars of each storm ran its course.