Armand studied Tino, wondering what was going through his mind. He might have tried probing, but he was certain Tino had his blocks up to keep that from happening.
If Armand had to guess, Tino wasn’t terribly upset at being caught by him. Not happy about it, but he’s not trying to flee, which he could. For whatever reason, it seems as if he’s willing to talk with me. Perhaps because he knows he has no real choice?
When they arrived at his house, Armand told Tino to go around the corner and pull into the driveway. Tino did, parking in front of the garage. Armand went back to close the gates then led the way up the path to the back door.
Tino paused, looking at the large backyard that included a stone patio and a bubbling fountain. “Not bad,” he commented. “Not that you ever get to enjoy
