CHAPTER TEN
He'd spent twenty minutes just lounging, munching slowly on pizza and channel surfing. It came as a huge shock when he heard a polite but firm knock on his motorhome's door.
He opened it to see Clint Asters standing there.
"May I come in for a moment?" the man asked.
"Sure," he mumbled, and shuffled to one side. "Want some pizza?"
"Thanks. Nice place, by the way."
"Um, thanks," he answered nervously, then handed his unexpected guest a paper plate and gestured to the dinette table.
"Help yourself," he said, trying his best to maintain a calm and cool exterior while his mind was racing along with his heartbeat.
Why is he here?
Clint claimed two pieces of pepperoni with extra cheese, sliding them over to his plate.
"I hate to barge in on you, but I need a favor," he bega
