Chapter 148

A gleaming red Porsche rolled to a halt at the community’s threshold.
Given the age of the neighborhood, the roads were tight. Alexander narrowed his eyes at the last
available parking spot and, with a steady hand, guided the car ever
closer.
“Huh? That’s not Cirroc.”
Carmela, steadying Missus Thompson, eyed the Porsche from afar. Her excitement quickly soured into
annoyance, and she spun on her heel to head back.
“Happy birthday, Grandma!”
Amber,...