It took Nathan, with his short eight-year-old legs and his dreamy pace, two minutes to walk the remainder of the way. That was the only window of opportunity. Originally, he’d figured he would park nearby and wait. But he quickly saw the problem. In this suburban neighborhood, an unknown car parked at the curb would be noticed. People might take a minute to glance inside, maybe get a look at the driver. He couldn’t let that happen.
