Tires crunched on the wet asphalt of our driveway.

“Is it him?” Ethan asked.

I looked at the digital clock on the cable box.

It was only a quarter past four.

Richard never left the bank before six unless there was a board meeting.

The engine cut out, and a heavy car door slammed shut.

“Lock the deadbolt,” I said.

Ethan didn’t move toward the door.