Chapter 13
Despite all the unfinished business left in New York, Scooter still had a business to run, so he and Andy went home to Virginia the next day. Thanks to the late booking and one overbooked flight, they didn’t make it home until well after midnight. So when the delivery driver knocked on the door at nine the following morning, Andy found himself squinting suspiciously into the too-bright sunlight. How the hell had the boxes caught up with them so fast? Trick question: of course his mother had paid for expedited next-morning delivery. He leaned to look past the driver and over the walkway railing, where there were ten more boxes stacked next to the truck. Fuuuuuuck.
“Ugh,” he complained, and signed the tablet the driver was holding out for him. “Let me put on some pants and I’ll
