Norman swept the crumbs from his sandwich off the table into his hand and dumped them into the trash can. Then he shuffled to the sink to wash the one plate, one knife, and one cup from his dinner. Standing at the sink, he could look out the window to the yard across the street.
But he didn’t. If he had, maybe he would have seen the four men lurking in the shadows by the flower bushes.
Norman pulled the cords on the trash bag and lifted it from the can to tie it off. Then he slipped his feet into his loafers next to the door and walked the bag to the curb for collection the next morning. When he paused under the street light, he could glance up and down the street to watch any passing traffic.
But he didn’t. If he had, maybe he would have spotted the car with the dome light on and two women in the front seat staring at him.