Chapter 67

A week and a half had gone by since he had found out about his son. Matt looked at his watch. Neil Walker, the mayor, would be arriving at any minute. Matt had asked Walker to meet him at his house. He had refused to go to the station. Matt still wore the shirt and faded jeans he had on when Mindy came over a week ago. He wasn’t going anywhere. What was the point in changing clothes? Carter brought him anything he needed. The only thing Matt wanted was alcohol and a sandwich now and again.

He kept the shades drawn. He had thought about washing the dishes, the ones that weren’t broken, and picking up the beer cans before the mayor arrived, but Matt had decided the hell with it. Let Walker see him in his natural habitat.

There was a knock on the door.

“It’s open,” Matt said gruffly. He stretched his arms out on the back of the sofa. He held a beer can in his right hand. He propped his bare feet on the coffee table.

“Goddamn,” Walker whispered as he entered the house. He closed the door