Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Eighteen
“Looks like you’re doing a good job to me,” Sammy said to Mick. “And I must say slicing pork improves the character of your face. What do you think, Joel?”
But Sammy could see that Joel was still distracted. The poor guy couldn’t give his eyes any rest when he was near his driveway or the road side of his property. What a terrible thing to do to him. The whole affair reminded Sammy of children’s stories where outrageous consequences resulted from minor mistakes.
If that Roland character did come, it wasn’t Joel alone he would be gunning for now, assuming he truly memorized the address and directions, and assuming he could find the place. Those were big assumptions, especially with Joel working to make it even tougher than it had already been to locat
