Chapter 4That evening while driving out to Ravenhurst, Christopher went over and over in his mind what he would say to Cato.
“At this point in my life, I can’t think of anything except my career. I don’t need any complications—”
He sighed. It sounded so canned. So fuckin’ made up. He would have to play it by ear. He would begin, and then Cato would have something to say, and then he would say something more, and then…yada, yada, yada.
Just then he looked up, and saw the top of the mansion coming into view. A whirl of excitement began roiling inside him. The closer he came, the more nervous he became, until he was driving down the long driveway, and parking his car. As Christopher walked up to the portico, he couldn’t help admiring the unusual gray limestone. The very front of the mansio
