Tuesday late afternoon

Philip Newsome lives in a small ranch house on the way back toward town just off Route 70. Air conditioners hang like warts out of almost every window. A newer brown Camry is parked in the yard. Could this be the car from my place the other night? For the life of me, I cannot remember what they were driving, or what the return vehicle looked like. 

I wonder if Hank warned Philip we were coming. If so, will he pretend not to be home? The answe...