Chapter 10
“Not a bad spread,” Gage said when they were parking in front of Bernie’s sprawling one-floor house. “Nothing like Hardy’s or Franklin’s by a long shot but who wants a damned mansion.”
“Me?” Ash replied with small smile. “Not really,” he added as he eased out of the van.
From the look on Ash’s face, Kegan knew his arm was hurting again. He patted his jacket pocket to be certain he had Ash’s pills then led the way up the walk to the front door. As soon as he rang the bell, the door opened. Bernie looked just as he remembered, but older. His black hair was now pure white, but all there. He still stood tall and straight, and didn’t seem as if he’d added any weight since his retirement.
“I’d have known you anywhere, Mark,” Bernie said, gripping Kegan’s shoulder momentarily. “Com
