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The Todd house was mildly ostentatious. Ostentatious because it was too big for one couple, even in their upscale neighborhood. Mildly because there was nothing aesthetically wrong with the home (conservative white with black trim, accented with small diameter columns) other than the meager double occupancy. It would have made a perfect President’s house on an Ivy League campus.
There was a small parking area in front, presumably for special guests. Well, I was feeling pretty damn special. I turned off the car and reached for my seat belt, but Ralph’s hand stopped me.
“Remember,” he said, “you’re waiting in the car.”
“I don’t need to be in the same room. I can just—”
“You can just stay in the goddamned car,” he said, head torqueing with frustration.
“I’m not going to wait in the c
