Chapter 8As soon as he’d eaten breakfast Saturday morning, Wylie started to put the furniture back in the main room. He managed to get the sofa and dining table in place but was afraid that dragging the credenza over the new floor would mar it.
Taking out his phone, he called Garry.
“Did I wake you?” he asked as soon as his friend answered.
“It’s after nine, so not even,” Garry replied, amusement in his voice.
“Good. Do you have a few minutes to help me with something?”
“Sure do. I’ll be there in ten.”
Wylie smiled after they hung up. Now that’s a good friend. No questions about what. For all he knows I want to bury a body under the flowerbed.
The doorbell rang a few minutes later. As soon as Wylie let him in, Garry looked around and whistled. “This is fantastic. I think I’m jealous
