CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
By the time we hung up, my resolve to help Mitch had doubled. He was one of my first clients. And a good friend of Two-Bit Terry’s. But that’s another story altogether.
I made my way back to my car, thinking I should make myself scarce before the neighbors started to return en masse. At this time of day, only a few cars and vans came through. If Troy were living here secretly, chances were good he was either in the house right now or, if he wasn’t, he must be coming and going in the evening or late at night. So far, I had seen no sign of Troy or any other occupant. No shadows in any of the windows. Whether Troy was in the house or not, I needed to move fast.
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