Chapter 72

• He runs down the lawn and throws the pellets in the air in their direction, and then he bolts back to the house. He rushes in and slams the door behind him as if a wild animal has just chased him. “There,” he announces proudly. “See . . . I know what I’m doing.” He dusts his hands together as if he’s just fought a dragon and won.
• I smile broadly; the poor bastard is scared for his life. “I’m very impressed, Mr. Miles.”
• Elliot takes my hand in his. “Come on, we have to get back. It’s going to be dark soon.”