Chapter 19

We arrived at George and Mike’s house promptly at seven and spotted a late-model BMW in the driveway. “I guess the other guests are already here,” David said.

“Church musicians must make good money.”

“I think Dr. Foster also teaches at UNF, and I remember George saying that he performs in concert all over the country.”

“I guess that would explain it.”

We rang the bell, and Mike came to the door, followed by Thor. Mike gave each of us a hug, David handed him the bottle of wine we’d brought, and I knelt down to say hello to the true master of the household, who licked my face by way of greeting.

“Come on in, guys,” Mike said.