Jack drove the short distance to Ethan’s house, jumped out and jogged up the drive. He rapped on the door impatiently.
Ethan took the pencil out of his mouth and went to answer the door. He figured it had to be a cold call because no one, “Shite”, he thought and went through the week as he pulled the door open. ‘To what do I owe the pleasure?’
‘I’ve got to make a trip to Cribbs Causeway and I need a wingman.’‘You lost your sat nav?’ Ethan turned around to head to the kitchen. He was almost sure Jack would follow. It was his favourite room after all.