Darcy had long noticed the black car parked just a short distance from where he stood. Its tinted windows didn't do much to hide the faint outline of someone inside. The moment Silas turned away and walked off, Darcy let out a long breath and ran a hand through his hair. Then, with calm but unmistakable purpose, he turned and strode toward the parked car. He stood beside the back seat window and rapped on the half-opened glass with his knuckles, startling the boy inside.
"Hey," Darcy said, arching an eyebrow. "Have you listened enough?!"
Inside the car, Micah jumped as if he had been jabbed with a needle. "Ah, uh…I didn't know if I should butt into your conversation or not," he stammered, scratching the back of his neck.
Darcy stared at him with a smile. "What now? Can I get in? Or do you plan to spy on me the entire day?"
"Of course, get in," Micah blurted, fumbling with the handle. He got off and grabbed Darcy's suitcase before Driver Dan could even move.
