She came out of the house, brought out of the garage and the car managed to close the gate before Mrs. Crosby saw what it slut and she clutter your garage boxes, putting them on public display. Outside the gathering dusk. Opposite the house Maddie stopped someone's pickup. The driver got out and walked to the house on the driveway. Maddy saw that it was Stan Sawyer. Maddy did not care who it came from. Just not Brent. - Maddy? - Stan shouted. - Hey, Stan, - Maddy replied. She wanted to say the words as possible cordial, but her voice must have sounded rather unfriendly, so that the guest stood, shifting from foot to foot.