Chapter 24
When we arrived at the Cliftons’, I thought for a moment we had walked onto a set for a movie. The first thing we noticed was a set of golf clubs in the middle of the driveway. The bag lay on its side, and the putters and irons were scattered across the area in front. I had a feeling it had been hurled, and in anger. I exchange looks with Peter and then led the way up to the front door. As I walked up the sidewalk I had to sidestep over a set of golf shoes, a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt, and a tennis racket, just to name a few items.
"Somebody's mad at somebody."
"I’ll give you two guesses who was on the receiving end," answered Peter.
But I didn't need to guess. I could hear Renée screeching at David from outside the front door.
"I don't want you here. Get out!"
I did
