I finished filling the second bag and carried both of them out to the front entryway.

At three thirty I stepped out onto the front porch.

The afternoon air was starting to cool.

Martinez stayed inside to watch the security system panel.

I stood by the brick pillar and kept my eyes on the end of Elm Street.

Across the street, a woman was walking her golden retriever down the sidewalk.

She waved at me.

I lifted my hand back.