CHAPTER SEVEN
Xander’s BMW rolled into Ben’s driveway. Much like his best and closest friend, Ben had done well for himself. A detached house on the east side of the Valley. The nearest neighbor was a clear two hundred yards away across the road.
Xander hopped out of the car and approached the front door. He noticed the front room light was on which was unusual for Ben.
It was close to one o’clock in the morning. Ben was wide awake which was most unusual, in Xander’s view. Ben was the type to stay indoors on a weekday evening and hit the sack well before midnight.
Ben had heard the car’s tires roll over the gravel and stop next to his car. He opened the front door, dressed in his nightgown.
"Mr. Herlihy."
"Xander, listen. Before you fly off the rails, I just need to tell you—"
