Finally, after the long drive, Trick brought the car to a stop in front of the closed garage. His eyes traveled around the front of the beach house and the driveway just like Lorenzo’s, looking for any sign of a threat about to jump out and take another shot at them. As things stood, and as blind as they seemed to be over the whole matter, he wouldn’t have been too surprised if it happened.
His right hand still held on to the steering wheel, but his left rested on the gun that sat on his left thigh. He was ready for any trouble, but hoped like hell there weren’t any.
They had been driving for hours and, Trick was exhausted. The sun was already going down, casting an orange glow over the two-story building in front of them. After the morning they’d had at the penthouse, and then sorting t
