Chapter 135

• I tune out for the rest of the drive. We pull into the quiet neighborhood in long island where Richard lives with his family. The driver locates my agents pretty easily. I direct him to pull up to the front porch of the house. It is a quarter to midnight, the neighbourhood is an almost idyllic family oriented community, judging by all the dark quiet houses with porches doubling as gardens down the long winding street.
• The dark mercedes is nestled beneath the dark shade of a tree three blocks away from the Smiths residence, I direct the driver to drive on ahead with a simple gesture. He stops in front of the Smiths quaint house. Killing the quiet engine, I think I see a light flicker on in the dark quiet house.
• I get out of the car in time to meet Rodriguez who is walking up to me, dressed in all black, his black leather jacket is huge enough to conceal his weapon, I nod at him, this is not the kind of meeting that would necessarily require his input, he falls in line behind me as I approach the front door. I knock once. Twice. Then I wait.