Chapter Thirty-Eight
Sax’s father, Jack, eagerly agreed to come to Bryce’s house to pick up him and Ricky, and drive Ricky home. Right now Bryce didn’t trust himself to drive anyone anywhere. He knew he was growing increasingly paranoid with Ricky in the car with him. I’d never forgive myself if anything happened to the kid.
And it would give me a chance to talk to Jack alone and find out more about him. He was Sax’s father, after all, and since he had grown to care about her he knew he had to get to know her family a little better.
Jack stopped the ’50’s era Land Rover on the driveway to the sound of squeaking brakes and the crunch of gravel. The passenger door flew open as the jeep-like vehicle came to a stop. The door hinges squealed in protest. The ancient diesel engine made
