For the second time that day Thad’s Toyota drove down Iggy’s street. And for the second time he felt a wave of anxiety sweep over him as the car came to a stop outside Iggy’s house. Iggy and Danny’s house, his thoughts reminded him. He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed deeply. Then he got out of the car, walked to the door, and rang the bell.
Iggy opened the door. “Thanks for coming back, Thad,” he said, swinging the door open and stepping aside to let him pass.
Thad walked through the foyer into the living room onto a plush white carpet. He looked around and saw Danny get up from a black leather couch. In the corner was a huge flat screen TV. Glass end tables, a matching coffee table, and other black chairs furnished the room. On the white walls were black-and-white photos of
