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Stanton shut off the car engine and dropped his head. It was the third night in a row that he found himself across from Sammi’s house. It had started with a drive-by about a week after she walked out on him. He told himself that he was checking up on her since she lived alone. Yeah, right. That excuse might’ve passed the first time around. By the fourth time, he’d given up all pretense and simply parked across the street, a couple of houses away from hers. It was late enough that there weren’t even any dog walkers left to notice him. Only the occasional straggler, coming home from the late shift or a bar. It was dead quiet outside, the sounds of scattering raindrops falling on the windshield. The back of his head knocked against the headrest of his seat.
Unclipping the buckle of his s
