Chapter 5The next morning, exactly at nine o’clock, Geoff drove up to the gate in front of Travis’s house. He called Travis, and a couple of minutes later, the iron gate swung open. Geoff started up the curving drive. He got out just as Travis, clad in a pair of shorts and T-shirt, came out to greet him.
“Welcome to my little shack,” Travis said, pointing toward the white-bricked, two-story building behind him.
“Little? This is your definition of little?”
Travis laughed and led Geoff inside to the wide-open, echoing hall with the curving grand staircase lit by large windows. A giant chandelier with colored glass prisms hung over the hardwood floor.
“Where are my manners? Ya want something to drink? I have just about everything: beer, wine, bottled water…”
Geoff turned and smiled. “Bot
