Chapter 6
“I’m done,” Brock called out, giving the last of the newly laid tiles a final wipe.
It was Thursday night, and he’d just finished another job on his list to renovate the Hamilton place. Saturday he and a crew would re-shingle the roof.
“Okay, meet you round back,” Calvin hollered from the other side of the house.
With the aid of the doorframe, Brock eased himself up from his knees. “Jesus, I’m getting old.”
“What did you say?” Calvin asked.
“Nothing.”
Admitting to himself that he was in pain from kneeling all day was one thing, telling Calvin—who most likely would insist Brock take a pill, or see a doctor, or whatever—was something else entirely.
Locking the back door, Brock walked around to the sliding glass doors of the master bedroom. Brock had not been entirely hon
