Chapter 6
A loud pounding jolted Larry awake. In bed. He was in his bed. Skinner had jumped down and run to the kitchen, barking his head off. Not his usual machine-gun alarm, but the excited yarks that told Larry a friend was outside.
“Gimme a damn minute,” he mumbled to himself as the banging outside kept on.
Pants.
Pants on the chair.
He got up, rubbing his eyes as a gigantic yawn sent his chin climbing down his chest. Undershirt would have to do. He managed to get his pants on, and shoved his feet into a pair of dark brown pleather slippers. Old fart shoes, but comfortable.
Larry made it to the kitchen and switched on the coffee pot before heading to the door. Good thing the boards were so thick. Someone on the other side was playing some serious jackhammer.
“What the hell is it
