Chapter 47

“I’ll stay in the house, in case Grandma needs anything,” Nate said.

“Okay,” Quentin said. “Come with me, Mr. Wilson.”

{I think your grandfather wants something, babe,}Quentin sent. {Why don’t you tune in—it’ll save me from having to give you a blow by blow account.}

{Sure.}

They slipped into a light rapport as Quentin led Nate’s grandfather out of the house through the back porch, and into the backyard. It was a short walk across the yard to a gate in the fence, and across the adjacent yard to the office. He unlocked the door, disabled the alarm, and held the door open.

“There’s not a lot to see, but this is it,” Quentin said.

Mr. Wilson followed him into the building. “I believe you said this was once a residence?”

“Yes, Sir. In fact, I lived in it until I purchased the house, and for some time afterward while I was adding the second story over the garage. Then I moved into the addition while I did the rest of the remodeling.”