Chapter Six
He’d let himself in the front door of his mom’s house after parking on the road in front, because it seemed everyone was there. Owen’s van was in the driveway, with Ryan’s pickup beside it and Marcus and Charlotte’s Subaru behind, beside Karen and her other half’s Mercedes. Then there was Suzanne and her work-in-progress MGB. So much for slipping in with his case of lager, settling onto the sofa, and getting his head around his last job. His work was something he didn’t talk about with his family.
He stepped inside, hearing voices from the kitchen and out back as he dropped the case of beer and his bag on the floor, then opened the closet and tucked his SIG into the gun safe on the top shelf. He kept the Glock that lived in his ankle holster where it was and closed the door.
