Mr. White Sneak Peek
There may be squatters.
Danny’s voice rings in my head as I slowly make my way up the long drive through the vineyard to where the crushing barn stands. Judging from the fancy cars lining the road and spilling into the vine rows themselves, these are pretty f*****g wealthy squatters. Even before I can see the building, I hear music thumping into the night air, the low bass reverberating in my chest. What the f**k is going on here? Not for the first time, I wonder if my man Danny’s pulled a fast one.
As I come over the rise, I see cars crammed in the open area like sardines. Holy Christ, there’s valet parking. A young man wearing a reflective vest and holding a light wand waves me over. “Good evening sir,” he says with a hopeful smile. “Can I see your invitation?”
