Chapter 469

• We park at the back of the house next to one of those ridiculous wooden patios that has open beams instead of a damn roof. The kind of dumb rich person purchase that always makes me wonder if they’ve got brains at all. When I’m on a patio, I’d like to have some actual shade and some actual protection from the elements. How the hell are you supposed to drink a beer in the rain if it’s pouring right through the beams?
• Frost cuts the engine, then climbs off first and offers me a helping hand.
• I ignore it. No use letting the whole touchy-feely thing drag out.