Nick had decided to drive himself to Ray’s parents’ house. He could have just gone with Ray, but something made him decide he was better off meeting at the house. Uneasiness had filled him ever since he’d awakened that morning. He couldn’t explain the apprehension. Sure, he was nervous, but that shouldn’t cause his stomach to be in knots.
Of course, he’d almost decided meeting Ray was a mistake. The Pinto had been shuddering and coughing the entire way to the Carmichaels’ home. At least he made it. He parked the car on the street and glanced at the house.
The good thing was that Ray’s parents didn’t live in Bel Air like Ray did. They lived in a somewhat modest Culver City neighborhood. Their two-story house looked recently painted and had a homey feel to it. Front lawn was neatly manicur
