I parked across the street.
Tyler climbed out with the older man who had been driving. He looked around 60, with gray hair and a button-down shirt.
They unloaded the plywood.
Then Tyler looked directly across the street.
At me.
I ducked.
Which was pointless because I was sitting in a bright red car.
A few seconds later, someone knocked on my window.
I screamed.
Tyler jumped back.