Chapter 7

“No. Got what I need in this bag.” He lifted an old knapsack.

“Cool. Go get in your car and follow me.”

I watched in the rearview mirror as he climbed into the Honda, then I started up the engine and led the way to my place. The thirty-minute drive was usually done in silence, but my mind was restless. I was still recovering from the revelation of Lonnie’s homelessness. I turned the radio on, managing to finda classical station. At least it wasn’t Christmas music. That stuff drove me insane most days.

Twenty-five miles later, I turned right onto a dirt road that led to my two-story home. An old barn stood off to the side, slowly crumbling due to disrepair. I would probably tear it down eventually. I parked in front of the house, and Mack pulled up behind me. I got out and gestured to him.

“Come on.”