Chapter 29: Looking for Him
Although Jax’s Hummer was parked on his asphalt driveway, the saltbox house sat empty. After breaking and entering through a downstairs window, having access to the house’s dining room, I checked every room in the place and came up empty-handed, unable to find Jax Sinn. I even investigated his garage, looking for him, and the garden shed at the rear of the property.
Puzzled, I scratched my skull and whispered to myself, “Where are you, Jax? We’re supposed to meet here for dinner. What’s going on?”
Of course, I stuck around for an hour inside Jax’s humble abode, enjoying a medium-size snifter filled with two fingers’ worth of caramel-colored brandy. Tucked in his living room and seated in a leather recliner, I used two remote controls to turn on his seventy-tw
