I Sat in a White Pickup Truck and I Could Not See the Man.

The proprietor of the station thought he had recognized a vehicle mentioned on the radio and that it was sitting there right now. The news had made mention of a wanted serial killer of children nicknamed Father Bones who had been spotted in the area just a few hours earlier by a convenient store clerk. I looked outside through the glass door. The pickup truck kept idling spewing out exhaust. It was impossible to see into the cab of the truck, which was maddeningly dark.