Chapter 40Avoiding any discussions with his wife, Vincent Falcone got up early, showered, and snuck out of the house. He couldn't shake the childish way he felt almost tiptoeing down the front steps, across the walk, and into his car. The idea of putting the car in neutral and letting it roll out of the driveway crossed his mind.
The sun rose a little later each morning. It also set a little earlier each night. Although just over a month into autumn it already felt as if the season was relinquishing its three-month reign, okay with surrendering without a fight to the strongarm of winter. Swift moving layers of clouds passed over head. The lower clouds were a darker, more metallic gray. They promised rain, but the threat of an early snow wasn't out of the realm. The car's exterior thermost
