lord knows lies spread like wildfire around here , but the pieces had started fitting more and more with each passing second - the morning meetings , laughing with the mysterious late night visitor , the looks that passed between my mom and him at the diner , the familiar use of their first names , odd , too friendly touches , his frequent visits over the summer , the way he always called me lucas , when everyone else was referred to by last name ... the way he said he 'd look out for me the night of the crash .