Chapter 42
“If that’s what you want, man,” Gerry said quietly. “If you’re game, I’m up for it.”
He followed the mime down the side of the house, away from the street and the garage lights and the people. It was dark, and getting chillier with every passing minute, but the oddity of the moment and the decadence of the promise had Gerry’s temperature flaring. He stepped alongside the mime when the man stopped. “Here? Where do you want—”