In the dark, the lonely stretch of road that dominated the drive to Vic’s house seemed as if it were being slowly swallowed by the trees looming along its path.
It would have been a perfect backdrop for a movie about witchcraft, or accompanied by music like Carmina Burana performed by a boys’ choir.
“Quit humming that, Grant, or I’ll strangle you and Vic can f**k your corpse next.”
He just grinned.
“So, what’s the game plan?” Grant asked. I didn’t know. I had pretty much gotten this far on adrenaline and Grant’s enthusiasm. When he had proposed we broke into Vic’s house on a night I knew he was working, I had known it would have to be tonight. There wasn’t likely to be another chance for at least two weeks.
“What do you think?” The whole thing was his brainchild after all.
“I say one
