The Boys at John s HouseChapter 7
When I got home, there was a message from Robert. "You've got an outstanding speeding ticket in Omaha, Ivan." He chuckled. "That's the only place you even register." "See? I told you I was a saint." He laughed. "Send me a copy. I'll pay it off." I heard a couple computer clicks. "Done. Hey, Missy's having a barbeque next weekend. You in?" Missy was the mistress. "Sure. Ok if I bring the boys?" "Hell if I care. Sure." "See you there." I hung up and leaned back. No...