“What is it?”
Standing on his front porch, Thom hadn’t heard Justin come up behind him, although he wasn’t really paying much attention to anything except the legal-sized envelope he’d just been handed by a very tall, very big man, who had very politely explained he was serving on behalf of his client followed by some blah, blah, blah that Thom had missed while staring at the man, hoping he would simply disappear. It had been only two days. Two f*****g days!
“A summons,” Thom said, still staring at the mail with its big CONFIDENTAL—FOR INTENDED PARTY ONLY stamp on it. “To small claims court. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
“I figured it was coming, yes.”
Thom slid his thumb under the seal and pulled. “Well, sure you did. After all, you told them exactly who I was and where Dog
