CHAPTER SEVEN
We had to be flagged through a gate for the community and then again when we got to Denton’s house. I was impressed. There’d been no security measures like that when we lived in the neighborhood, but I was even more impressed because Denton had his own private one installed. A lot of the other houses didn’t. When we were flagged through and drove up the driveway to Denton’s house, the car in front of us and the car behind us stopped. Security guards swept out and immediately began canvassing the area.
I asked my dad, “How many staff members do you have?”
He didn’t bat an eyelid. “As many as it takes.”
Oh-kay then. “Good to know.”
Denton opened the door and leaned against his porch’s railing as he waited for us to come up. Crossing his arms over his chest, he tilted his h
