Chapter Three
“Thought I heard you out here,” said Raymond O’Connell, wearing an old T-shirt and sweats, his hair sticking up as he reached for the coffeepot. Surprisingly, his dad had managed to maintain his other identity, Jake from California, boyfriend to his mother, who had somehow convinced him to stay in Livingston because it was better for her.
Better for his mom meant not spending months away from her children and grandchildren. He’d never expected Raymond to give in the way he had, considering danger could always be one step away.
“It’s morning, quiet, just the way I like it,” Luke said.
The sun was just coming up, and the sound of the birds from the open kitchen window was the only thing he wanted to hear in the morning. He stared at his open laptop on the island in front of
