“Can we go by my house, Mr. Finley?” Brian asked. “There’s something I need to do over there.”
“Sure thing, kid.” They drove to Brian’s house. “Want us to come in?”
Brian hesitated. He wasn’t sure how to answer that.
“Yes,” Jordan said. “Why wait in the cold? Even with the heat on, it’s nicer in the house. And it saves gas.”
They went inside together. Brian was glad Jordan had done that. He hadn’t wanted to admit that he was a little nervous about going in the house alone. Mr. Finley was big and muscular. He reminded Brian a lot of his father. By his mere physical presence, Brian felt better.
“I have to get something in Dad’s office,” he said…
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