We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
Chapter 10
10 Saturday I picked up Ralph, then drove us to Roger’s for our team meeting. As many cases as I'd worked with Roger over the past decade, it was the first time I’d ever been to his house. Roger’s house wasn’t huge, but it was nice, especially by Tallahassee standards, where you’re often forced to choose between brand-new, cookie-cutter developments or neighborhoods of modest houses built in the 1950s. The lot was relatively small, but dark green trees gave the illusion of privacy on either side. A brick driveway formed a half-circle around a beautifully landscaped—just short of ostentatious—fountain, and I nosed Cecil in behind Roger’s BMW. The house had a stone facade, with large windows covered by heavy curtains that protected the interior from prying eyes. Gas-fed sconces bracketed a
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
