The over-bright winter sunlight flashed off the objects I had seen into my eyes. I cast a quick glance into the front seat. No the officers were taking no notice of me or what I was looking at...
A sorely bent, rusty crowbar...and a badly twisted aluminum strip siding projecting from the pried-open window.
When Johnny had offered Lucas shelter at his house, I assumed he had had his keys in his pocket. Apparently, not so. Anybody who was looking at the house would see what I saw...
I felt the car fishtail and slide toward the curb. A bump and another slide over gooey half-frozen sleet...
"Damn,"muttered the one at the wheel. "This weather is no good for this poor car. I am going to put in for..."
The light several feet ahead changed, and the thickening traffic moved ahead a few inches.
The other officer offered, "People hibernate when the weather gets bad. Let us get dried up, and they're out again."
I said nothing. I sighed softly as we edged down Oak Street, away from Johnny's house and toward a reckoning with my own parents.
I wondered if Johnny and Lucas were still inside or gone already. I hoped it was the latter. I had no idea how long his parents had been gone, or their exact whereabouts when he said his father had gone "for the cure."
It was all rather frightening, this wet December morning.