I’d just unloaded the dishwasher and was about to pay some bills online when the intercom rang. Darren answered it and I heard him tell Terrance he’d buzz him in. I shut my computer down, figuring my bills would have to stay unpaid a little longer.
Darren answered the door for Terrance and I braced myself for a confrontation. From the living room, I heard Darren thank Terrance for coming over and Terrance respond, “No problem, man.” I was sitting in an arm chair when Terrance walked into the living room. He was wearing a dark blue hooded jacket, jeans, and work boots and he looked agitated. Darren asked him to have a seat, but he refused.
“I don’t intend to be here long,” he said before turning to me. “Look, Mark, Darren told me you got robbed a couple of years ago and I’m sorry to hear
