Chapter 12Steve punched in the code on the lockbox. It slid open, and he pulled out the house key. It fit. The front door unlocked, and he turned to the street for Josh. Late. Maybe he wouldn’t show up.
Steve didn’t know what to think, but had a hunch. The call yesterday might have surprised him but not really. There was something there. Moths circled the porchlight. One fluttered in his face. He brushed it away.
His fingers slipped between his shirttails to the navel. He stroked its flat surface, barely an indentation. Good that day, if it got deeper, then he knew he’d eaten too much and needed more time at the gym. It wasn’t easy maintaining his physique for the show, and it got harder every year.
The afternoon had been hot, but tonight the air felt nice, cooler. No shower after the g
