Chapter Ten
Chris had made good time, eleven hours and sixteen minutes, on the drive from Buffalo to his home just outside Kansas City. It wasn’t a large house, just an average affordable bungalow at the edge of a relatively rough area that bordered an up and coming suburbia.
He lifted his bag from the back of his pickup and unlocked his door, taking in the dark. When he flicked on his light, he saw his black cat, Tuffy, curled up in an easy chair. She lifted her head and meowed before jumping down and demanding his attention.
“Well, you look like you had tons of fun. Quite the life, there.” He scratched her neck until she’d had enough and then stretched before walking into the kitchen to the dog dish he kept overfilled. The cat did what she always did and then slipped through the cat d
