Chapter 42

“Whoa!” Paul said aloud.

Then under his breath he added, “Where the hell did all that come

from?”

Feeling as though he was

ready to toss his dinner, Paul made his way up Trevor’s garden

path, and with shaking fingers, pressed the doorbell.

There was no answer. “Oh,

shit no.” Paul didn’t think he would have the bottle to go home and

come back another day. In frustration he banged on the door’s

wooden panel.

“Hold on a minute!”

Through the textured glass Paul could see Trevor approach. Opening

the door Trevor looked surprised to see him. “Paul, uh, it’s

not—”

“I have to speak to you.

It’s important.”

Trevor hesitated. Paul

prayed he wouldn’t turn him away.

“Uh, you’d best come in

then.”

As they made their way

down the short hallway, Trevor tucked his shirt into the waistband

of his jeans. Obviously he’d had to dress hurriedly to answer the

door.

“Take a seat. I’ll

be—”

“Did you manage to get rid

of whoever was—” A naked man walked into Trevor’s living room.