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I closed my eyes absorbing what he said. He couldn’t sleep at night if he didn’t know where they were. That was insane. There was no way in hell I was going to let them get away with doing that to him. There was no way.
“Then we’re going,” I got up trying to be as calm as I could.
Kendall didn’t move. I looked back at him.
“I can’t tell if you’re serious or not. I mean, you look serious, deadly serious. But…” He looked at me again. “You know it’s a three-hour drive to Nashville, right?”
“Two hours and forty-five minutes. I know,” I told him.
“Wait, how do you know that?”
“Kendall, are you coming with me or not? Because one way or another, I’m gonna get you that apology. But I would prefer you be there to hear it.”
“I don’t know.”
“Kendall, I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. Let’s go.”
As soon as I said it, a smile crept across his face. “Okay,” he agreed. Then, without another word, he followed me to my truck and we were off.
Navigating to the highway, neither of us spoke. Broiling, I didn’t want to speak. I felt like I did when I was driving to one of my fights at the club. I would let everything that had pissed me off in life float to the surface and I would sit with it. By the time I arrived, I would be ready to rip people’s heads off. That’s what I felt now.
“Where?” I asked Kendall when the highway offered an off-ramp.
“Stay on 40,” he replied until we approached the Nashville city limits. “Get off here,” he said directing me onto 155 and then into a neighborhood called Porter Heights.
Kendall’s eyes bounced from house to house. It was a nice neighborhood. There were a lot of two-story brick homes on large properties. It had long ago become dark so I couldn’t tell much else about the place, but I was ready for whatever was going to happen next.
“What’s his name?” I asked Kendall who was now crackling with anticipation.
“Evan Carter,” he said scanning every home as we slowly drove around. “There! Park there.”
We pulled up in front of one of the few one-story homes and parked across the street from it. Kendall stared at it wide-eyed.
“He lives with his father. His father’s a piece of shit too. But, his father’s truck isn’t there. That means that Evan is the only one home.”
I looked at the barely lit house. There was a small light on in the living room and a flickering light in one of the bedrooms. I immediately had a plan. I never thought that my messed-up childhood would ever come in handy but it was about to.
“Follow me. And be casual,” I told Kendall before getting out of my truck and walking to the house.
I was surprised to see how willing Kendall was to go along with things. I was calm because of how many times I had done this. I didn’t know what was fueling Kendall. Maybe it was vengeance. I would understand that.
“You gonna break down the door?” He whispered as we approached.
“No. There’s a better way.”
Walking up the driveway whose only light was from nearby homes, I looked around to see if anyone was watching and then stepped onto the lawn and circled the house. There weren’t many trees so anyone staring out their window would see us. That wasn’t a problem as long as we were quick.
“Don’t touch anything. Nothing,” I whispered.
I looked back to get his confirmation. He looked like he was about to throw up. I had no idea what was going through his mind. I partially expected him to call it off. He didn’t. He wanted this as much as I wanted to do this for him. Approaching the backdoor and examining it, I looked at Kendall one last time.
“Are you sure this is the right place?”
“I’m sure,” he replied shaking.
Taking out the gloves I kept in the truck and had stuffed in my pocket, I also pulled out my jimmy. It looked like something you would use to smooth paint or scrape the ice off of your windshield but was much better at prying open locked doors.
“Dogs?” I asked feeling the tumble slide back.
