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.