They arrived at Kyle’s at quarter to six. Vic found a place to park in front of a neighboring house, away from the clutch of cars that clogged Kyle’s driveway. It looked like a nice, quiet street, the houses small and unpretentious, the lawns trim and neat. But when Vic climbed out of the car, he heard loud music pouring from a closed garage nearby, and a choppy car engine revved unseen in another back yard. From Kyle’s place came the delicious sound of male laughter, and a splash of water that indicated his guests were already making full use of the pool. Skirting around the back of his car, he groaned as he opened the passenger side door for Matt. “Shoot me now,” he muttered.
“Be nice,” Matt chided. He held the large bowl of potato salad out for Vic to carry, then extracted himself fro
