Chapter 3
Dr. Huang had given Scooter his sister’s keys. They rode strange in his pocket, heavy and weird. Mace had apparently been fond of keychains, because dozens of them glittered pointlessly from the ring, which held only a few keys. House, car, mailbox. Another key, probably to a storage unit or a shed.
“Something will need to be done about her car,” Scooter said. They’d just bought that car for her birthday last year. Andy had bitched a little at that. But Scooter reasoned a few hefty gifts from time to time might sweeten Mace’s temper. It had been used, a previous lease model, with less than thirty thousand miles on it. Scooter didn’t want it. And he wasn’t sure he was prepared to bring it back to Virginia and see anyone else driving it around either.
Billie was sitting between
