EIGHT
Oliver pulled up to the apartment complex. He checked the address on the Summons before returning it and the accompanying service documents into a thick envelope. He closed the flap with the metal brads that signified the privacy of the contents. He peered through rain streaked windows to determine the most efficient means of reaching the apartment, as well as the most efficacious method to escape to the safety of his Ford Tempo in case the target of the service decided to take the frustration of losing a marriage out on him. It had happened before. Oliver touched a scar above his left eye to remind him of the dangerous nature of delivering woe and gloom.
Oliver pulled the keys from the engine. He would ordinarily leave them in the ignition in case he needed to make a quick g
