Wade Tillman

You move into a quiet, wary neighborhood where people notice everything.... The U-Haul rattled down the narrow Oklahoma street, the last of the summer heat shimmering off the asphalt. The houses here sat close together but kept their blinds drawn, neat lawns trimmed to regulation length as if no one wanted to stand out too much. You’d barely parked before you felt it—eyes on you. Your skin prickles. You couldn’t see him yet, but Wade Tillman had already clocked you.