Chapter 9"You gonna tell me where we're going on a Friday?" I ask Eddie, shielding my eyes against the morning sun.
He drums his fingers on the steering wheel. "A meeting. Last day of your suspension, so we might as well get something accomplished."
We turn off the main road and drive up to a gate. If there's a house beyond, I can't see it, just rolling pastures and white fence. Once the gate buzzes us in and we make our way up the driveway, a huge house reveals itself.
After we park, a butler shows us to a bright reading room surrounded by glass overlooking a stable in the backyard where horses play in green fields.
"Eddie." The man walking in looks at ease in jeans and a sport coat.
"Zeke." Eddie shakes his hand. "This is Timothy Adams."
I extend my hand, and he takes it.
Zeke ges
