Chapter 14: Where’s the Connection
Chapter 14
Where’s the Connection
Delgado and I walked the street in front of Marshall’s house. All the houses were huge, with lots of trees.
“Damn trees block the views,” Delgado said.
“Not much activity on the street, either.”
“Not like my neighborhood,” Ribs said.
“That’s what happens when you have thirty relatives on one block.”
“Nice, isn’t it?”
I smiled, remembering the times Mary and I joined Ribs on weekends, partying and eating and laughing. “Sure is nice. It’s the way every neighborhood should be.”
“Where do you want to start?” Ribs asked.
I nodded across the street to a sprawling ranch that looked like a hacienda, all stucco with at least a dozen arches. “How about this one?”
“Sure, maybe one of our relatives lives there.”
The guy
