The caller ID showed Walter Briggs, the retired mechanic who lived in the house next door. Walter was the kind of neighbor who kept mostly to himself, the type who preferred fixing engines in his garage rather than talking on the phone. In the four years Daniel had lived on the property, the man had called him exactly twice.
Daniel answered.
“Walter?”
The older man’s voice sounded uneasy.
“Daniel… sorry to bother you this late.”
“It’s fine. What’s going on?”
Walter hesitated a moment before speaking again.