The first cottage Greg tries is locked, a subtle sign that it’s already occupied. He heads to the next, and the knob turns easily in his hand. With a wave back at Trey to show this would be theirs, he pushes open the door. “Hello?” he calls out as he enters, but there’s no need—the cottage is empty. Setting his golf bag against the wall, he closes the door behind him, careful to leave it unlocked. He isn’t sure why Trey felt the need to bother with his friends in the first place; another drink or two and the one called Chet won’t be in any condition to take the field again. That guy is a nuisance with a club in his hand.
The cottage’s main room is sparsely furnished—a sofa and twin armchairs huddle together in the center of the room, a cozy nook for those looking to unwind with friends, a
