Chapter 5
Memphis was hopeful that the strange blonde woman had pointed him in the right direction, though he wasn’t about to stand on her porch one second longer to question her accuracy or her sanity. As he pulled into the second driveway, he couldn’t help but wonder why she had seemed so angry. Perhaps he’d woken her from a deep sleep, though he could’ve sworn the lights were still on in the living room. Maybe she was just an anti-social person. Or maybe her husband—Brutus—was a louse when someone woke him in the middle of the night, and she’d have to pay for it. Whatever the reason for her attitude, he did feel bad that he had upset her so much, and he hoped he’d have the opportunity the next day to go over and apologize.
Thoughts of the petite blonde left his head when he came to a
