Chapter 4
Gavin Wilmer lived in a gated community, according to the information I had. It was on the edge of a lake on the outskirts of the city, which, despite the supposed security, made it easy to enter. I rented a small boat from a concessionaire on the other side of the lake, rode over, and tied it off at a dock belonging to—well, hell if I knew but it was there, no one was around, and I used it. I didn’t plan on staying long, so hopefully I’d be back before the owners of the dock realized I’d left the boat there.
I found Wilmer’s house and was suitably impressed. I figured his job must pay well. It was two stories, stucco, with large front windows and an attached three-car garage. I walked down the sidewalk in front of his place, glancing with apparent casualness at the front windo
