When he saw my car coming, he lowered the phone to his chest.

I parked and got out onto the wet pavement.

I left the engine running.

The exhaust hissed in the cold air.

“I figured you were staying in town for lunch,” Brandon said.

“I had an errand to run at the bank,” I said.

Brandon rubbed the back of his neck.

His eyes flicked toward the front door of the main house.