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pushed send, leaving her 8:45.
    He replied, “Sounds good.”

Chapter 6

    A utumn was a good time for grilling, Stuart Renly decided. He had went to Walmart and bought several essentials. Charcoal, lighter fluid, a lighter, hot dogs and fixings, cream soda, and so on. He’d ended up spending a hundred and fifty seven dollars, and filling the trunk of his Buick.
    But a person couldn’t spend that much money on food for one plus grilling supplies. Oh, no. Stuart Renly bought several other items. A green lawn chair, a green baseball cap, a pair of camouflaged binoculars. These were the essentials of loitering.
    As an afterthought, he had found a book on bird-watching, which complimented the binoculars.
    He had also bought a flashlight.
    He had his entire evening planned.
    What an intelligent guy needed to have handy was an excuse. Something called Plausible Deniability. Who wouldn’t find it odd for a strange man to be hanging around a public park after dark? Most neighbors would object. And some might call the local police. If anyone did see him loitering about, he needed to have an excuse all lined up and ready to go.
    Thus, the grilling and the bird-watching bit.
    Which he was wrapping up now.
    He had already waved at several curious neighbors, eaten his hot dog meal, and acted like the classic barbequing dude.
    By now, it was beginning to grow dark.
    Bailey Howard still hadn’t come home from the Chicken Shack, where she obviously worked, given the uniform shirt and the fact that she had hoofed from her house to there.
    Not a far walk, and she’d fiddled with her phone the whole time.
    Noteworthy that her car hadn’t restarted once it had stopped, and when Stuart Renly drove past her house again after his spree at Walmart, he saw that her dad was laboring in the driveway with the vehicle’s hood up.
    And he had gotten it running, Stuart had observed through the side yard. Just five minutes ago, he had watched the car pull out of the driveway, heading in the same direction that Bailey had walked to work.
    She would probably be home any moment, Stuart assumed.
    And hoped.
    He was more than ready, more than tired of waiting.
    He tossed his car keys in the grass just to the edge of the pavilion where he had been sitting, overlooking the playground and the back of Bailey’s yard.
    He rose from the picnic table now, packed up the barbeque supplies, and carried them to his Buick. Once his trunk was loaded, and got in his car to wait.
    Wait, wait, wait.
    He was fairly used to waiting.
    His plan tonight was genius in it’s simplicity.
    He’d wander around the park in the dark, moving as needed with the binoculars to gain a workable angle on Bailey’s window, whichever window that happened to be, and he’d know that soon enough, hopefully. Should anyone approach him in the night, he’d quickly toss the binoculars under a pine tree and act like he was looking for his keys. He had everything in his trunk, and a few neighbors to corroborate, to prove he’d been doing nothing but harmlessly barbequing.
    He honestly doubted the excuse would be necessary.
    MacArthur park wasn’t in a top-tier neighborhood. The park closed at 10 p.m., and so he’d probably have until then to wander around unmolested. Luckily, at this time of the year, darkness fell around…well, right around now, Stuart Renly determined, looking around.
    Fifteen minutes later, the Escort’s headlights waggled into the driveway and clicked off. Another five minutes, and a shaded window lit yellow on the main level along the side of the house. He could assume that was Bailey’s room, but there was no way of knowing because of the shade. Bad, bad, bad luck. Really unfortunate luck, if that was, in fact, Bailey’s room. Being on the side of the house, and shaded, would throw a wrench in his entire evening plan. Not to mention the money he’d spent.
    He waited, thinking about the half-inch crack that would likely be between the window jamb and the shade.