Chapter 27

The next day when I showed up at Beck's, I pulled in behind Collier's Porsche. He answered the door in nothing but a pair of shorts hung low on his hips.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm meeting Beck here at two." I glanced at my watch, realizing I was a couple minutes early.

"She's not here yet. Come on in. I was just watching TV."

"Why do you park in the driveway?" My mind hopped from rabbit trail to rabbit trail if it wasn't occupied.

He shrugged. "It's easier to get to there."

"Aren't you worried about it getting damaged by the weather? Someone stealing it? Egging it?" I gave him an evil grin at that last suggestion.

"It's just a car, but if I find egg shells, I'll know who to question."

"That car costs more than most people's houses." I followed him inside.

"Meaning what?"

"That you should care more about what happens to it."

"Why? It's not like I'm going to get rid of it if it gets scratched or has a ding."