Chapter 24
I rang Rick and Tony’s doorbell. Their condo was in the fashionable Kierland Commons complex, ritzy houses settled right atop shops—a mini New York City in the middle of Scottsdale.
Surprisingly, Lisa opened the door. I stepped forward and hugged her.
“The hosts are getting something out of the oven,” she explained. “How are you, Marty?”
“Good. How about you?”
“No complains. We’ve all been dying to hear how your dad’s doing.”
“It was quite an ordeal at first, but by the end we were doing great. He’s quirkier in large doses, so it was a lot different than our usual visits.”
She pushed her long, auburn hair around her ear, and her grin revealed dimples in her dark cheeks. “Sounds like you were able to reconnect, though.”
“Yeah, we did. It was actually a good trip.”
Rick’s
