“Yeah? Well, I don’t like the looks of him.”
“You can keep your hand on your gun, but don’t shoot him. I have to live in this neighborhood, remember.”
“Maybe you ought to come live with me.”
I knew he didn’t mean it the way it sounded, so I simply smiled at him and turned to greet McVey.
“Hello, Mitchell. Happy New Year.”
“Wh—oh, happy New Year.”
“How are Barbara and the boys?”
“Well.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Be sure to give her my best.” He glared at me, and I decided to get down to business. “What can I do for you?”
“You can apologize for putting the neighborhood in an uproar and my family in danger!”
A chill crept up my spine. “Would you mind explaining that?” I’d always kept my work and my private life separate. What had occurred while I’d been on Mark’s island?
“Yeah,” Mark
