Chapter 25
In mid-bite, through an otherwise full grin, Isaac’s eyes suddenly widened, and his shoulders went taut. He turned to Hannah and whispered, “Uh-oh.”
Randy’s kitchen did not afford a view of the front of his house; it looked out to the back and part of the side yard. There were no driveway bells or buzzers, and there were no cameras. Regardless of those facts, both kids scrambled, leaping from their stools and clutching for their jackets and accessories without explanation. They got to the front door and yanked it open at the exact same time that Vaughn reached for the knocker. They looked up in guilty horror, and Vaughn stared down in barely contained fury.
Randy hurried for the door with his heart racing. Uh-oh, indeed.