If a casual passerby had been especially observant, he might have noticed that the newspaper the man held had a small tear that had left a hole at the fold of the paper as if the man in the car had been careless when he opened it in the confined area of the driver’s seat.
Nothing could have been further from the truth. The man’s sharp eyes followed every movement of the ten year old boy through the hole in the paper as Thomas carried the plastic bag of clothes up to his mother’s door. After Thomas entered the house, the exceedingly ordinary man carefully folded his newspaper and drove away. He had been waiting for the event for almost an hour.