Chapter 5
Fifteen minutes later, as Harry pulled into Zeke’s residence on Chapel Hill Drive, Zeke asked, “Would you care for a nightcap?”
Harry pondered the question, while a steady rain tapped against the windshield. “It’s late.”
Zeke blew out a stream of air. “Baloney. It’s late now, and in ten minutes it’s still going to be late.”
Harry turned away from him and looked out the driver’s side window, smiling. Perseverance, Harry thought. I could really like this man. “Do you have anything non-alcoholic?”
“Tea? Coffee?”
Harry nodded. “Fine.”