The hedge across the street from the Riley house had become his regular hiding place. James’ daughter and son-in-law arrived with the older couple that had picked them up at the airport. He watched them unload their luggage from the trunk, confirming where they would be staying.
Once James was in the house, he started to climb out of the hedge. He stopped when the black Shelby parked in front of his hiding place. He thought it was safe to move when the driver started to walk across the street, but then the driver returned to the car.
Startled, he stepped back into the hedge, causing a rustling sound. The driver walked closer, staring into the hedge.
He held his breath; his heart was beating so hard it felt like it would explode.
It was at that moment that he heard the distinct howling of cats fighting. The two cats ran through the hedge, ran past the driver, and continued running down the street.
The driver shrugged his shoulders and walked away.
Now, he had never been a fan of cats, but those stupid cats had
just saved his butt. He decided it was time to get out of there. He had all the
info he needed for now.