“This is boring,” Suzie Shaw said to her boyfriend.
Next to her in the front seat of his car, Dan Cartman rolled his eyes. “I told you a million times that this wouldn’t be a date, and that stakeouts aren’t as cool as the cop shows make them seem. But remember, you insisted on coming along anyway.”
Suzie sighed. “I know, I know.” She smiled and playfully punched his arm. “But I couldn’t let you sit out here on the mean streets of Dullsville, Florida by yourself.”
Dan and Suzie were parked at the side of the road in a nondescript suburban neighborhood on a warm summer’s night. At 7:00 p.m., all was quiet, save for the occasional jogger, baby walker or dog walker.
Suzie snuggled up to him. “I know a way we could pass the time.”
“This isn’t about passing the time,” Dan said. “I can’t let you distract me. This is the first case my dad’s let me handle on my own. I can’t blow it.”