CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Inside, Joe’s house was warm and inviting. The smell of cooking filled the air and had Blakes’ mouth watering almost immediately. Only then did he realize that all he had had to eat that day were two slightly stale donuts from that convenience store where he had last filled up with gas. And the two hotdogs that Joe had brought him at lunch time. Those he had wolfed down while still going through papers. That, and the coffee he had drank at the station. He had been so caught up in going through all those papers that he had thought of nothing else.
Joe’s wife turned out to be a wonderful lady named Denae Osborn Thompson. Joe had met her the year before he had entered the academy. Blake remembered him talking about her at times. Looking at the oldest boy, Blake figured s
