Chapter 24

Steve gestured him toward the front stoop and tapped a code on the lockbox. As Steve put the key in the door and opened it, cool air flowed out of the house and brushed Josh’s face. It blew past Steve and wafted his familiar scent, something of the sea, breezy and petulant. Even above the tobacco, it stood out and Josh’s nose expected it. He inhaled. Indeed, it never disappointed, like the cut of Steve’s slacks.