i moved away from him , bending my head closer to the file i was working on . all that remained of his car was the frame , resting on eight cinder blocks . and that journey would begin with a trip to fern grove . chuck used a stick to swipe at his pant legs , free them of burrs . say 2:30 at the office ? the sun would burn away anything that remained . my voice sounded strange in my ears . well , except for ash , but she knew better than to make a move on him . 