Chapter 55

“I think this is it,” Mickey said. “I hope we have the key to that gate.”

“I’m already looking for it.” Chris was pawing through the contents of the large manila envelope. “And here it is.”

“Are you sure?”

“The tag says ‘gate key’, Mick. It doesn’t get much surer than that.”

“Well, now that you have it, why don’t you use it?”

“Patience, Mick. Patience.”

Chris exited the car, went to the chain that held the gate closed, and fumbled with the somewhat rusty lock. It finally opened but not without resistance. He opened the gate and returned to the car.

“Memo for the ‘to do it’ list: buy some WD-40 for that lock. It was a bitch to unlock. Belay that. We need a new gate and a new lock.”

Mickey drove slowly down a steep asphalt driveway that wasn’t in the best of shape.

“Driveway needs to be replaced,” he said.

“Yep, and I want it to be concrete, just like George and Mike’s.”

“No argument there. Holy shit, would you look at that?”