Gary went back to his car and turned up the volume on the recorder and heard only static. He smacked the box a couple of times, but realized the microphone wasn’t working anymore. He fumed and got back to the hill and watched through his binoculars, his sights on Cameron still standing off alone drinking a beer.
He frowned. Something was wrong. Why was the kid hanging by himself? This was his party. He watched after several minutes and didn’t like the feeling of alarm he was starting to feel when he looked for Lindsay. He couldn’t find her among the other kids down at The Point. There were too many petite blonde girls. He couldn’t make her out in the growing crowd. He got up and returned to the car. He grabbed his gun off the seat and walked down the hill to the road. He had no choice. He lost communication with Lindsay and he was feeling nervous, a sure sign something went wrong.