Chapter 3The Crazy Sicilian was on Broad Street in the heart of South Chester, a small city just across the Appomattox River from Clarkston. It wasn’t far from where Lloyd lived, and he was out that way most of the afternoon as it was, installing the generator for a client who lived in one of the city’s older subdivisions. The work didn’t take long—by the time winter was over, Lloyd would probably install quite a number of generators all around the county; this was just one of many to come. While he was there, the elderly homeowner also had him replace a ceiling fan that had burned out and double-check the pilot light on the water heater to make sure it was lit.
By the time he left, night had descended. It was pitch black out, even though it was only early evening, and the temperature had
