Chapter 25
Taylour looked at the time and saw that it was nearly 7 p.m. Taylour leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes as if to shut out the world. The stress of running an office and practicing law at the same time was sometimes too much. But what else was she going to do?
Betty was long gone, so she decided to head home. The temperature had dropped several degrees as soon as the sun went down, so she hastened to her car and got in. As she pulled up to her house, she saw a familiar figure rocking on her porch.
"Spencer? What in the world are you doing here?"
"Hey, Auntie Taylour! How's it hangin'?"
Spencer Dixxon, 23-year-old son of her older brother Victor, was standing on her porch. Behind him, Taylour saw a US Army duffle bag with some of its contents spilled out, leaving a
