“Then why did he continue driving?”
“He was heading toward your assigned stop while we tried contacting you. Ellie was the last student scheduled to leave the bus.”
I stared at her.
“So he intended to let her come home with me?”
“Yes. He recognized you as her regular pickup adult.”
“Then why did he refuse?”
Mrs. Shaw indicated another recorded time.
3:18 p.m.
Frank had informed dispatch that a silver pickup was approaching the neighborhood around Briar Street.
Initially, he couldn’t determine whether it was the same truck.
Then the vehicle stopped nearby.
He noticed me waiting at the corner.
He began slowing down.
At first, he thought he could safely release Ellie into my care.
However, as the doors opened, something caught his attention through the broad front windshield.
The silver pickup had parked behind me.
Someone was stepping out from the driver’s side.
I stared directly at Mrs. Shaw.
