CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
Avery and Kellaway did indeed arrive at Barry Kechner’s residence before Connelly and Finley. She didn’t get there much sooner, though; she could already see the glare of headlights coming around the corner behind them, likely a single car occupied by Connelly and Finley. The house itself was located in the cul de sac of a side street off to the edge of an upper-class neighborhood. The porch light was on and the garage was closed, making it impossible to tell if anyone was home.
“You ready?” Avery asked.
Kellaway nodded, looking to the house. “You don’t know much about me,” Kellaway said. “So now might be a good time to let you know that when I was in New York, I had to fire my weapon for the very first time in a situation like this.”
“Self-defense?”
“Yeah. My shot
