CHAPTER 16

“Jesus, I really hope those lucky bastards moving in here love you as much as I do.”

Ben stood in front of the old red brick Georgian Revival on Jones Street with his work tools in a bag slung over his shoulder as he looked over the best-looking house on his route. The new residents of the old Parker house would be arriving in the morning, so Ben needed to make sure all the storm damage from last night was repaired as soon as possible. 

Not that he minded at all. He...