“If that smooth-talking
bastard has lied to Trevor and is using him, I’ll—” Paul’s hands
tightened on the steering wheel.
Once he pulled up outside Trevor’s house and looked over at
the neatly tended garden, he grew hesitant. Could he face Trevor?
He’d be bound to ask questions about why he’d run out the other
day. Trevor had left a couple of concerned messages on his
answering machine. Paul had played them back a number of times but
hadn’t had the courage to ring him back.
“Best get it over with,”
he said under his breath as he unlatched his seatbelt and climbed
out of the car.
Standing at the front door
waiting for admittance, Paul couldn’t help being reminded of the
last time he had stood there, and what he found when he’d been let
in. His thoughts were interrupted by the
