Chapter 7: Auction
Freshly showered, shaved, and sporting an H&M sweater vest that probably cost Avery more than his thrift store, Avery slipped into a pair of snug jeans, thick cotton socks, and a pair of Aldo Busca brown leather boots. Splashed with cologne and having his teeth brushed, he climbed into his Jeep Wrangler and drove the eight miles through the falling snow to Colsen.
He’d had better drives in life. The Jeep skidded left and right on the thick ice. Snow blew against the windshield. Avery felt as if he were in a snow globe that someone had picked up and decided to shake. He took great care with his driving, making sure he wouldn’t wreck into a tree, house, or cement wall. An eight-minute drive on a snow-free day had turned into forty minutes, and he ended up being late by a
