Chapter 13
Bennett cruised through his old neighborhood on the ridge, observing the changes in the area. He recalled the freak, raging fire that had taken the homes of several neighbors, leaving other houses damaged and gaping into the night. But now, new foundations dotted the street.
He passed Imani, who was looking at a set of plans on the hood of a pickup truck. Easing his SUV to a stop, he saw a contractor he knew standing next to Imani.
“Hi, Mr. Mayor,” Imani called out. Her canary-yellow sundress fluttered in the breeze, and she had a hand clamped to her head to keep her hat from blowing away. “Come see what we’re planning. Boz will be here soon.”
Bennett joined the pair, anxious to see what Imani had planned. “Hey Axe, how’re you doing?” He clasped the other man’s beefy hand. A
