He’d been watching this house for three days now and this was the first time he or his brother had seen the man they’d been sent to find. Jimmy thought it was sort of stupid. The man was right where they’d thought he’d be, at home. But now, he was off again. Glancing down at his notes, he wondered if he should tell Mr. Black about the old man and the boy. He’d seen a taxi come and go a few hours ago, but had been taking a leak and had missed if anyone had gotten out or into the thing. By the time he’d gotten his zipper up, the thing was pulling away. Then about twenty minutes later, the old man had left again. He’d figured the house was empty until about an hour ago. He couldn’t begin to figure out rich people. So far as he was concerned, they were all nuts. Take Mr. Black. He had tons of stuff, big televisions, food in that big old house of his, but he seemed to always be looking for a way to get more. Jimmy looked over at his brother who was sleeping in the black SUV until his turn to watch for Mr.
