"Look, it has to be the Crouch place."
"Why?"
"Because it does."
The hamburgers at Harmon's were lousy. The refrigerated, prepackaged
kind you stick in a microwave. But we ate them. Casey looked terrific
in a tiny blue halter and cream-colored shorts. The makeup was subtle
and carefully done. To me it was obvious there was seduction going
on.
"Because the Crouch place is isolated, dummy. I have no intention of
getting caught like our cat burglar over here." She nodded at me and
Kim smiled.
"Nobody's going to come by. Nobody's going to see us go in or come out
again, and nobody's going to pay any unexpected calls. It's
perfect."
"She's right," said Steve. "It's the safest place around. But I
dunno, Case. Where's the big thrill?"
"It'll be worth it. You'll see."
"Got something planned?" Kim wiped at a crumb of burger bun at the
corner of her mouth.
"I might."
"So tell us."
"And make it good, please," said Steve. "Because I really don't see
this so far. I mean, what's the big deal about walking into an empty
house at night, looking around and leaving? It's kids' stuff. It