Welcome Home, Raff
Raff McDermott parked his car in the usual spot, locked the door, and walked up the narrow sidewalk to his house. He opened the screened door, twisted the handle on the hardwood door, then went inside.
“Patti?”
No one answered. He was alone. He went through the living room and dining room, into the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked upstairs to change clothes.
It wasn’t until he pushed through the bedroom door that he felt the presence of someone being in the room with him. Nicky Fusco sat in a chair in the corner of the room.
“Hey, Raff. Welcome home.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” Raff asked. “What are you doing in my bedroom?”
Nicky stood. “I’ll bet those girls you took had more questions than that.”
“Girls? What are you talking about?”
