It was a mailman who reported it, calling 911 hal an hour before Delaney’s shift was supposed to end. The pickup was sitting in the driveway and there were lights on in the house, so the mailman thought someone must be home. But it had been days now, and still no one answered when he knocked. The mailbox wass filled to overflowing. So maybe, he figured, maybe Mr. Terio had suffered a heart attack. Delaney shook his head and swore at the mailman’s timing. Brent had a play off gamae at six, and it was five already. Helen would kill him. (You’ve got to be there for him, Jack! Show little support! What’s more important your own son or your buddies at the station?) Well, actually…the truth was, he liked to go to his son’s games. Brent was a good player better than he had ever been and it was fun to bask in the kid’s reflected glory. [download]
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