He had somebody order a car service for him—his days of taking a cab were over—and reached the mansion while the last of the sunshine colored the sky orange. Patton lived in the hills, his house secluded by towering trees and a gate that should have had a giant dollar symbol on the front. It swung open slowly, allowing the car to pull right up to the door. DeShawn shouldn’t have expected anything else, but he was still more than a little surprised. Patton had a rather modest home in Phoenix, and seemed perfectly comfortable there without all the trappings of success. From the outside, this house was beautiful but…ostentatious.
“Should I wait?” The driver asked.
“No, that’s fine.” DeShawn was reasonably sure Patton hadn’t summoned him to the house just to dump him again. He recalled their
