Tino showed up at Armand’s house on the dot of eight Thursday evening. Armand greeted him with a kiss, despite the fact Kingston had just pulled up and was getting out of his car. The “Told you so’ look on Kingston’s face as he came up the walk made Armand chuckle.
“Things are going well?” Kingston asked with an amused smile as they walked down the hallway to Armand’s office.
“They are,” Tino and Armand replied at the same time. Everyone laughed, then Armand got down to business, handing the others a printout listing the buildings they would be looking at with the realtor.
“We’re due at the one on Dexter in twenty minutes. From there, we’ll look at the ones on Pennsylvania and Washington. I suggest we take my car, rather than all of us driving.”
“Afraid mine will make the realtor think
