Chapter Thirty-two
I looked up at the house as we drove up the long driveway. It was bungalow-style with an open porch that extended across the full front of the house. The driveway looped across the front of the house. Another vehicle pulled away and drove down the other side, as our car pulled up to the porch. On the porch stood a slightly built guy wearing a white tee-shirt, blue jeans and boots. Tommy got out and spoke to the porch-guy for a few minutes. I had my eyes locked onto them, but couldn’t hear what was being said.
Porch-guy had a dark complexion, dark eyes and dark hair. He was about five foot nine, muscly but lean. He looked youngish, wired and dangerous. He was finishing a glass of what looked like fizzy drink, tipping his head back and sipping the last drop. It was Joey.
