The Trap

Adonis

My private investigators were already standing on the porch of the rich mahogany house when I pulled my Jeep up in the gravel driveway. I pushed the door open and stepped out into the sun, my boots hitting the gravel with a crunch sound as I turned around the Jeep to the paved walkway leading up to the house.

It was a house that looked like it was carved right out of the cover of a luxury house magazine. Jane really outdid herself with this one. Not like I really have a fuck about the kind of house as long as I was able to book one down within the short period of time I had contacted the agent. When I got up to them, they both nodded with grim expressions on their faces.

"Hello, Mr. Giles. We got here as soon as you mentioned that the criminal would be here soon." One of them said gutturally, stretching his hand out for a shake. I took it in mine, firmly, returning their nod.