CHAPTER TEN
AS THEY’D PREVIOUSLY arranged, Grant swung by Benji’s place to pick him up at nine a.m. the following morning, which caused quite a stir among Benji Patterson’s neighbors.
“He never has any visitors,” Adam Suernot, Benji’s neighbor at the end of the block, mumbled to himself as he waved when they drove past. “Kid must be here against his will or something.”
He shuffled back up his front steps to go share his joke with his wife Shirley as Grant’s gray Toyota continued on its way.
“Friendly folks on your street,” Grant observed as they left the small subdivision en route to Fort Griffin.
“Hmph,” came the reply from his passenger seat.
It’s gonna be a long day, I think, Grant internalized before he asked, “Any good breakfast places on the way?”
“Waffle House about five minu
