Chapter Three
Austin pulled up to the Ashton’s and took a deep breath. This wasn’t a setup. He wasn’t being asked over so Reverend Ashton could yell at him for obscene thoughts about his wife, Hannah had kept her word on being quiet.
He was there for the exact reason they asked, to install the AC’s and from the sounds of it maybe help with another project. With that in mind, Austin changed out of his church clothes and into a plain black t-shirt, a pair of black shorts and sneakers.
He grabbed the small bag of tools he’d brought with him in case The Reverend didn’t have something they needed from the front seat and got out of the car. At six thirty it was a little cooler and the sky was now overcast; the weather calling for possible thunderstorms.
Austin walked up the porch stairs and
