Chapter 24
Atlanta, GA
Kevin
DAVID AND I FOLLOWED George, Mike, and our hosts through the house, out the kitchen door, and down a covered walkway to the garage. I spotted a BMW and a Jaguar, both of which appeared to be fairly new, in the last two bays, and the first garage bay was occupied by a ten-year-old Lincoln Town Car that looked as though it had just been driven out of the dealer’s showroom.
“We’re going to take Gran’s car,” Charles said, indicating the Town Car, “because it has more room, and we’re all pretty big guys.”
George sat in the front seat with our hosts, and the rest of us were quite comfortable in the rear seat. Charles drove down several streets until he arrived at West Paces Ferry Road, which I recognized was a famous street. He followed it west to the other side
